A Matter Of Privacy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EE FG BB HHFFII J KKL KKMM| Ben Bowyang spluttered with rage suppressed 'Hi there ' And his brow was black | A |
| As two by two and three by three the tourists left the track | A |
| Climbing the fence to his 'tater' patch and down thro' his orchard land | B |
| Flannelled or fashioned in strides and shorts a saucy suburban band | B |
| Giggling gambolling into his yard calling inane 'Cooees' | C |
| While Bowyang frothed at the mouth and fumed But his voice was a futile wheeze | C |
| And heading the horde in a blazer bright monarch of all he surveyed | D |
| Strode little Fitzmickle the martinet a Don in the drapery trade | D |
| - | |
| 'You've trampled me taters ' Bowyang roared 'Pinched bloom from me orchard bough | E |
| You've pelted me poddies an' dished me fence Look at that nettin' now | E |
| Ain't you no respeck for a privit home you towerist coots from town ' | - |
| But Mr Fitzmickle he turned on his heel with a very superior frown | F |
| 'Come ladies ' he said 'come gentlemen Unmannerly rustic brute | G |
| My card with name and address my man if you wish to prosecute ' | - |
| Then back they trampled thro' the 'tater' patch back o'er the orchard land | B |
| While Bowyang gaped like a stranded fish with the pasteboard cluthed in his hand | B |
| - | |
| Mr Fitzmickle the martinet sat in his smug retreat | H |
| A very respectable villa set in a very respectable street | H |
| For Mr Fitzmickle found harbor here when the contry boors came down | F |
| To dawdle about for their Show week spree and clutter the streets in town | F |
| Then in to him rushed his terrified wife eyes wide and breathing hard | I |
| 'Come quick ' she gasped 'There's a mob of roughs gone crazy in our back yard | I |
| They've trampled herbaceous borders down they've kicked the canary's cage ' | - |
| 'Enough ' cried Fitzmickle all pink with wrath and his rage was a ratepayer's rage | J |
| - | |
| Poker in hand he rushed without but paused by the scullery door | K |
| For there on his seedlings trodden and tossed stood one whom he'd seen before | K |
| And gathered about in the burgeoning beds were strangely silent men | L |
| Till one with a beard spoke up and said 'Explain to the gentleman Ben ' | - |
| Ben Bowyang smiled and his voice was bland as he said 'Aw well we're 'ere | K |
| Jist sorta returnin' yer social call as you made on us last year | K |
| My card ' And he bounced a clod from the face of the proud Fitzmicklian cat | M |
| But Mr Fitzmickle oblivious lay He was having a fit on the mat | M |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About A Matter Of Privacy
A Matter Of Privacy is a poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about A Matter Of Privacy poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
Best Poems of Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis