A Guide For Poits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAC DADA EFEF GHGH I IJ KLKL LLLL LMLM LLN OHMH BBBBBB PFPFFQ GGBGBG LLRLRR LLAASTLL UULL LLL BBLL| I ain't no verse 'og When I busts in song | A |
| An' fills the air wiv choonful melerdy | B |
| I likes fer uvver coves to come along | A |
| An' biff the lyre in company wiv me | C |
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| So when I sees some peb beguile an hour | D |
| Be joinin' in the chorus o' me song | A |
| I never sees no use in turnin' sour | D |
| Fer singin' days wiv no one larsts too long | A |
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| I'd like to see the Rocks an' Little Lon | E |
| Grow centres for the art uv weavin' rhyme | F |
| Wiv dinky 'arps fer blokes to plunk upon | E |
| An' spruiking poits workin' overtime | F |
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| I'd love to listen to each choonful lay | G |
| Uv soulful coots who scorn to write fer gain | H |
| To see True Art bloom down in Chowder Bay | G |
| An' Culcher jump the joint in Spadger's Lane | H |
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| Gawstruth fer us life's got no joy to spare | I |
| We're short uv bird songs 'soarin' clean an' pure ' | - |
| A bloke is 'ardly orf the bottle there | I |
| Before 'e's in the jug a bird fer sure | J |
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| So 'oo am I to say no blokes shall sing | K |
| Jist 'ow an' where an' when sich blokes may choose | L |
| She's got no lines to show nor yet no ring | K |
| Lor' blim'me I ain't married to me Muse | L |
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| An square an' all to show there's no offence | L |
| To show that in me 'eart true friendship lies | L |
| I gives free gratis an wivout ixpense | L |
| A few igzamples just to put 'em wise | L |
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| First choose some swingin' metre sich as this | L |
| That Omar used per Fitz to boost the wine | M |
| An' 'ere's a point true artists shouldn't miss | L |
| Sling in a bit o' slang to ev'ry line | M |
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| An' when yer full o' them alternate rhymes | L |
| As all the true push poits is at times | L |
| Jist ring the changes as I'm doin' now | N |
| An' find ixcuse to say 'The bloomin' cow ' | - |
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| Or comin' back to Omar's style again | O |
| It's easy fer to pen a sweet refrain | H |
| Wiv this 'ere kist a dead 'ead sort o' line | M |
| An' this one rhymin' wiv the former twain | H |
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| An' though this style me soul 'as often vext | B |
| Wiv care an' pains the knack is easy cort | B |
| This line's rhymed wiv the first an' then the next | B |
| Is cut orf short | B |
| An' if yeh want to round it orf orl neat | B |
| Just add a couplet 'ere of equil feet | B |
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| An' 'ere's a style I've very often done | P |
| You swing orf 'ere an' find a second rhyme | F |
| Then hitch the third line to the leadin' one | P |
| An' make the fourth lap wiv the second chime | F |
| An' then you sort o' come another time | F |
| An' jist end up the same as you begin | Q |
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| It's orl dead easy when yeh know the way | G |
| An' 'ave the time to practise it But say | G |
| Although it sort o' takes the eye no doubt | B |
| An' mind yeh I'm not sayin' but it may | G |
| Wivout a stock uv rhymes to see you out | B |
| This style o' rhymin's like to turn yeh grey | G |
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| The triplets comes much 'arder than the twins | L |
| But I 'ave 'ad to bear 'em fer me sins | L |
| 'Ere fer a single line yeh change the style | R |
| Switch orf an' rhyme the same as you begins | L |
| An' then yeh comes back at it wiv a smile | R |
| Pertendin' it's dead easy orl the while | R |
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| Them sawed orf lines 'as often stood me friends | L |
| Fer you kin cut 'em upto serve yer ends | L |
| An' frequent I 'ave slung the dotin' throng | A |
| This sort o' song | A |
| To ring su'prises on the eye an' ear | S |
| Is 'arf the game It seems to kind o' queer | T |
| The dull monotony yeh make a miss | L |
| An' then do this | L |
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| Aw 'Struth it's pretty but you take my tip | U |
| It gives a bloke the everlastin' pip | U |
| 'Oo tries to live upon the game and gets | L |
| Corns on 'is brain an' melancholy debts | L |
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| Wiv sweat an' tears wiv misery an' sighs | L |
| Yeh wring yer soul case fer one drop of bliss | L |
| To give the cold 'ard world an' it replies | L |
| 'Prompt payment will erblige Please settle this ' | - |
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| The rarest treasures of yer 'eart yeh spend | B |
| On callous thankless coots an' in the end | B |
| It comes to this if you can't find a muse | L |
| 'Oo takes in washin' wot's the flamin' use | L |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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