A Freak Of Spring Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCDDEE FFBFGG HHIJKKL FFBFMM NNLLOOFF FFPFQQ R BB FF FFBFBB B SSLLTT FFBFUU V WWXXY FFZFA2 R FFFF F FBBFFF B2B2FFC2C2 FFFF W| At any other time of year | A |
| It might have passed but Spring is queer | A |
| He says somethin' I dunno | B |
| Somethin' nasty I says 'Ho ' | C |
| 'Ho yourself ' he says an' glares | D |
| I says nothin' only stares | D |
| 'Coot ' says he Then up she goes | E |
| An' I land him on the nose | E |
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| It was Spring Spring Spring Just to hear the thrushes sing | F |
| Would make a fellow laugh or love or fight like anything | F |
| Which mood called I wasn't carin' I was feelin' fine an' darin' | B |
| So I fetches him a beauty with a lovely left arm swing | F |
| Ben Murray staggered back a bit an' howled a wicked word | G |
| Which gave me feelin's of great joy An' that's how it occurred | G |
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| 'On the sawdust ' yells old Pike | H |
| Gloatin' and bloodthirsty like | H |
| 'On the sawdust with yeh both | I |
| Truth to tell I'm nothin' loth | J |
| I peel off my coat an' vest | K |
| Murray with his rage suppressed | K |
| Comes up eager pale with spite | L |
| 'Glory ' shouts old Pike 'A fight ' | - |
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| It was Spring glad Spring an' the swallows on the wing | F |
| Made a man feel kind an' peaceful with their cheery twittering | F |
| As I watched their graceful wheelin' with a pleasant sort of feelin' | B |
| Old man Pike pulled out his ticker an' the mill hands made a ring | F |
| There was gold upon the wattle an' the blackwood was in bud | M |
| An' I felt the call for action fairly sizzin' in my blood | M |
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| Murray comes on like a bull | N |
| Both his eyes with spleen are full | N |
| Let him have it left an' right | L |
| Pike is bustin' with delight | L |
| Right eye once and left eye twice | O |
| Then he grabs me like a vice | O |
| Down into the dust we go | F |
| Bull dog grip and short arm blow | F |
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| It was Spring Mad Spring Just to feel him clutch an' cling | F |
| Told me plain that life was pelendid an' my strength a precious thing | F |
| On the sawdust heap we scrambled while the fellows yelled an' gambled | P |
| On the fight an' Ben loosed curse words in a never endin' string | F |
| Oh I glimpsed the soft sky shinin' and I smelled the fresh cut wood | Q |
| An' as we rolled I pummelled him an' knew the world was good | Q |
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| ''Tain't a dog fight ' shouts Bob Blair | R |
| 'Stand up straight an' fight it fair ' | - |
| I get end up with a grin | B |
| 'Time ' yells Pike an' bangs a tin | B |
| 'Corners boys A minute's spell ' | - |
| 'Good lad Jim You're doin' well ' | - |
| Says the little Dusty Dick | F |
| Murray's eye is closin' quick | F |
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| It was Spring sweet Spring an' a man must have his fling | F |
| Healthy men must be respondin' to the moods the seasons bring | F |
| That sweet air with scrub scents laden all my body was invadin' | B |
| Till each breath I drew within me made me feel I was king | F |
| 'Twas the season to be doin' fondlin' maids or fightin' men | B |
| An' I felt my spirit yearnin' for another crack at Ben | B |
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| Pike bangs on his tin again | B |
| 'Time ' he roars 'Get to it men ' | - |
| I come eager fit to dance | S |
| Ben spars cautious for a chance | S |
| With a laugh I flick him light | L |
| Then like lightin' comes his right | L |
| Full an' fair upon the jaw | T |
| Lord the purple stars I saw | T |
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| It was Spring wild Spring When I felt the sudden sting | F |
| Of a clout all unexpected I was just a maddened thing | F |
| Just a savage male thing ragin' battle all my wits engagin' | B |
| Instant I was up an' at him an' I punched him round the ring | F |
| I forgot the scents an' season I lost count of time an' place | U |
| An' my only aim an' object was to batter Murray's face | U |
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| Pike is dancin' wild with joy | V |
| Dusty Dick howls 'At him boy ' | - |
| I am at him fast an' hard | W |
| Then as Murray drops his guard | W |
| I get in one strong an' straight | X |
| Full of emnity an' weight | X |
| Down he goes the fellows shout | Y |
| 'One ' starts Pike then 'Ten an' out ' | - |
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| It was Spring gay Spring Still were swallows on the wing | F |
| An' on a sudden once again I heard the thrushes sing | F |
| There was gold upon the wattle an' my recent wish to throttle | Z |
| Murray as he lay there groain' was a far forgotten thing | F |
| In the soft blue sky were sailin' little clouds as fine as fluff | A2 |
| 'Wantin' more ' I asked him gently but Ben Murray said 'Enough ' | - |
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| 'Well done Jim ' says old Bob Blair | R |
| ''Tis the brave deserves the fair ' | - |
| An' he laughs an' winks at Pike | F |
| In a way that I don't like | F |
| Widders ' grins young Dusty Dick | F |
| 'Likes a bloke whose hands is quick | F |
| Now poor Ben can take the sack ' | - |
| But I frowns an' turns my back | F |
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| It was Spring the fickle Spring an' a most amazin' thing | F |
| Came upon me sudden like an' set me marvellin' | B |
| For no longer was I lookin' for a wife to do my cookin' | B |
| But for somethin' sweet and tender of the kind that kiss an' cling | F |
| Oh for such a one I'd battle an' I'd win by hook or crook | F |
| But it did seem sort of foolish to go fightin' for a cook | F |
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| Standin' on the sawdust heap | B2 |
| I feel mean an' rather cheap | B2 |
| Widows Let the widow go | F |
| What we fought for I don't know | F |
| Murray offers me his hand | C2 |
| 'Jim you've won so understand | C2 |
| I don't mean to block your road ' | - |
| But I answer 'That be blowed ' | - |
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| 'Why it's Spring man Spring ' An' I gave his fist a wring | F |
| 'If you reckoned me your rival give up thinkin' such a thing | F |
| I just fought for fun an' frolic so don't you get melancholic | F |
| An' if you have notions yonder why buck up an' buy the ring | F |
| Put some beefsteak on your eye lad an' learn how to keep your guard ' | - |
| Then I put my coat an' vest on an' walked homeward thinkin' hard | W |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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