An Apt Pupil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDE FG GHEHE IJIJKEKE LMLMNENE OPOPQEQE RSRTFEFE| Knockin' about said Benny the Tough | A |
| By the Rocks an' Woolloomooloo | B |
| Oh I was a low brow right enough | A |
| And a bit of a bounder too | C |
| Kickin' about with me larrikin band | D |
| I was always gittin' in bad | E |
| Till the kindly cops took me in hand | D |
| An' lissen I've been glad | E |
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| I was a tough when life begun | F |
| An' me ideels was not high | G |
| Doin' the things that 'are not done ' | - |
| Disgracin' me old school tie | G |
| Me feet was set on the downward road | H |
| A crook I was an' a cad | E |
| Till the genteel cops taught me a Code | H |
| An' lissen I was glad | E |
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| Doin' sich things as I never had ort | I |
| Soilin' the family name | J |
| With never a notion of good clean sport | I |
| Or the pride of playin' the game | J |
| The dirtiest fighter in all the Rocks | K |
| That's the sort of name I had | E |
| Till the manly cops taught me to box | K |
| An' lissen I was glad | E |
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| Playin' the game with a good straight bat | L |
| Scornin' the bottle an' boot | M |
| Turnin' meself from a wharfside rat | L |
| To a reel nice livin' coot | M |
| Learnin' to battle without 'arf bricks | N |
| Or with pickets as once I had | E |
| For the good cops taught me their rastlin' tricks | N |
| An' lissen I was glad | E |
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| But flesh is weak an' I fell from grace | O |
| An' I goes an' I drifts right back | P |
| An' burgled a bit of a jeweller's place | O |
| An' a cop gets on me track | P |
| But I meets his rush with a good straight right | Q |
| An' I reckon he got reel mad | E |
| To think that the cops taught me to fight | Q |
| But lissen I was glad | E |
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| Then a crowd of his pals come off their beats | R |
| But I takes to me heels an' clears | S |
| An' I leads 'em a marathon thro' the streets | R |
| While they lumbers and puffs in the rear | T |
| Then I loses 'em all when I'd had me fun | F |
| An' I sprints like a race course prad | E |
| For me cobbers the cops taught me to run | F |
| An' lissen was I glad | E |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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