City Of Dreams Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGDGD GHGHIDID JKJKLDLD MNMOADAD LLLLPDP| Oh we might have a marvellous city | A |
| Were we only less keen on cash | B |
| Less avid for things more's the pity | A |
| That fade and are gone in a flash | B |
| A city where duffers in my line | C |
| In wrapt adoration fall flat | D |
| To behold its superlative skyline | C |
| But there isn't much money in that | D |
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| Oh we might have a city most splendid | E |
| Were sordid self seeking denied | F |
| Were good taste and culture attended | E |
| By pride that transcends money pride | F |
| Then urged by more glorious dreaming | G |
| Than moved beneath Pericles' hat | D |
| We would out Athens Athens in scheming | G |
| But there isn't much money in that | D |
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| So let's build our city according | G |
| To canons commercial and sane | H |
| Where every house is a hoarding | G |
| And every 'palace' a pain | H |
| Let us mingle the Gothic and Moorish | I |
| In the nice neo Georgian flat | D |
| What odds tho' they blither it's boorish | I |
| Who cares For there's money in that | D |
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| Oh let's have a conglomeration | J |
| Of all architectural ills | K |
| We build for ouselves not th enation | J |
| And to advertise somebody's pills | K |
| With piles that are proud and pretentious | L |
| And styles that are 'pretty' and fat | D |
| And a fig for their strictures sententious | L |
| There's not a brass farthing in that | D |
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| And so we'll grow richer and richer | M |
| While curleywigs crawl the facade | N |
| Of the home of the sur super picture | M |
| Or pubs where the profits are made | O |
| Yet We might have a marvellous city | A |
| If we only knew how to grow fat | D |
| At the game But we don't more's the pity | A |
| So there isn't much money in that | D |
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| And when we have piled up the riches | L |
| And pass and leave never a trace | L |
| A grave digger with clay on his breeches | L |
| Will come and pitch dirt on our face | L |
| And our passing may serve to remind him | P |
| As he gives the grave mound a last pat | D |
| 'Well he's gone and he's left nought behind him | P |
| And there isn't much honor in that ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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