Duck An' Fowl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DD DEE FGFGHH IHI DD DJDKBB IIIILL CHCHBB DHDHMM IHIH N OPOPQQ RDRDQQ ISISTT DUD AA BABABB AAAAAA| Now when a bloke 'e cracks a bloke fer insults to a skirt | A |
| An' wrecks a joint to square a lady's name | B |
| They used to call it chivalry but now they calls it dirt | A |
| An' the end of it is cops an' quod an' shame | B |
| Fer insults to fair Gwendoline they 'ad to be wiped out | C |
| But Rosie's sort is jist fair game when Ginger ain't about | C |
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| It was Jimmie Ah Foo's cook shop which is close be Spadger's Lane | D |
| Where a variegated comp'ny tears the scran | D |
| An' there's some is 'tup'ny coloured ' an' some is 'penny plain ' | - |
| Frum a lawyer to a common lumper man | D |
| Or a writer fer the papers or a slaver on the prowl | E |
| An' noiseless Chows a glidin' 'round wiv plates uv duck an' fowl | E |
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| But if yeh wanted juicy bits that 'ung around Foo's perch | F |
| Yeh fetched 'em down an' wolfed 'em in yer place | G |
| An' Foo sat sad an' solim like an 'oly man in church | F |
| Wiv an early martyr look upon 'is face | G |
| Wot never changed not even when a toff upon a jag | H |
| Tried to pick up Ginger's Rosie an' collided wiv a snag | H |
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| Ginger Mick's bin at the races an' 'e'd made a little rise | I |
| 'Avin' knowed a bloke wot knowed the trainer's cook | H |
| An' easy money's very sweet as punters reckernise | I |
| An' sweetest when yeh've prized it orf a 'book ' | - |
| So Ginger calls fer Rosic an' to celerbrate 'is win | D |
| 'E trots 'er down to Ah Foo's joint to splash a bit uv tin | D |
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| There wus lights an' smells of Asia an' a strange Chow 'aunted scene | D |
| Floatin' scraps of forrin lingo 'it the car | J |
| But Rose sails in an' takes 'er scat like any soshul queen | D |
| Sich as stokes 'erself wiv foy grass orl the year | K |
| 'Duck an' Fowl' 's 'er nomination so ole Ginger jerks 'is frame | B |
| 'Cross to git some fancy pickin's an' to give 'is choice a name | B |
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| While Ginger paws the tucker an' 'as words about the price | I |
| There's a shickered toff slings Rosie goo goo eyes | I |
| 'E's a mug 'oo thinks 'e's 'it a flamin' 'all uv scarlet vice | I |
| An' 'e picks on gentle Rosie fer a prize | I |
| Then 'e tries to play at 'andies an' arrange about a meet | L |
| But Rosie fetches 'im a welt that shifts 'im in 'is seat | L |
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| Ginger's busy makin' bargins an' 'e never seen the clout | C |
| 'E is 'agglin' wiv Ah Foo fer 'arf a duck | H |
| But the toff's too shick or silly fer to 'cave 'is carkis out | C |
| An' to fade while goin's good an' 'e's in luck | H |
| Then Ginger clinched 'is bargin an' as down the room 'e came | B |
| 'E seen the toff jump fritm 'is seat an' call the girl a name | B |
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| That done it Less than larf a mo an' 'ell got orf the chain | D |
| An' the swell stopped 'arf a ducklin' wiv 'is neck | H |
| As Ginger guv the war cry that is dreaded in the Lane | D |
| An' the rest wus whirlin' toff an' sudden wreck | H |
| Mick never reely stoushed 'im but 'e used 'im fer a mop | M |
| Then someone doused the bloomin' glim an' Foo run fer a cop | M |
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| Down the stairs an' in the passidge come the shufflin' feet uv Chows | I |
| An' a crash as Ah Foo's chiner found it's mark | H |
| Fer more than Mick 'ad ancient scores left over frum ole rows | I |
| An' more than one stopped somethin' in the dark | H |
| Then the tabbies took to screamin' an' a Chow remarked 'Wha' for ' | - |
| While the live ducks quacked blue murder frum their corner uv the floor | N |
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| Fer full ten minutes it was joy reel willin' an' to spare | O |
| Wiv noise uv tarts an' Chows an' ducks an' lash | P |
| An' plates uv fowl an' bird's nest soup went whizzin' thro' the air | O |
| While 'arf a dozen fought to reach Foo's cash | P |
| Then thro' an open doorway three Chows' 'eads is framed in light | Q |
| An' sudden in Mick's corner orl is gentle peace an' quite | Q |
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| Up goes the lights in comes the cops an' there's a sudden rush | R |
| But the Johns 'as got 'em safe an' 'emmed 'em in | D |
| An' ev'ryone looks innercent Then thro' the anxious 'ush | R |
| The toffs voice frum the floor calls fer a gin | D |
| But Mick an' Rose where are they Arst uv the silent night | Q |
| They 'ad a date about a dawg an' vanished out o' sight | Q |
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| Then Foo an' orl 'is cousins an' the ducks torks ori at once | I |
| An' the tabbies pitch the weary johns a tale | S |
| 'Ow they orl is puffick ladies 'oo 'ave not bin pinched fer munce | I |
| An' the crooks does mental sums concernin' bail | S |
| The cops they takes a name er two then gathers in the toff | T |
| An' lobs 'im in a cold 'ard cell to sleep 'is love quest off | T |
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| But down in Rosie's kipsie at the end uv Spadger's Lane | D |
| 'Er an' Mick is layin' supper out fer two | U |
| 'Now I 'ate the game ' sez Ginger 'an' it goes agin the grain | D |
| But wot's a 'elpless 'ungry bloke to do ' | - |
| An' 'e yanks a cold roast chicken frum the bosom uv 'is shirt | A |
| An' Rosie finds a ducklin' underneath 'er Sund'y skirt | A |
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| So when a bloke fergits 'imself an' soils a lady's name | B |
| Altho' Romance is dead an' in the dirt | A |
| In ole Madrid or Little Bourke they treats 'im much the same | B |
| An' 'e collects wot's comin' fer a cert | A |
| But spite uv 'igh falutin' tork the fact is jist the same | B |
| Ole Ginger Mick wus out fer loot an' played a risky game | B |
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| To fight an' forage Spare me days It's been man's leadin' soot | A |
| Since 'e learned to word a tart an' make a date | A |
| 'E's been at it good an' solid since ole Adam bit the froot | A |
| To fight an' forage an' pertect 'is mate | A |
| But this story 'as no moral an' it 'as a vulgar plot | A |
| It is jist a small igzample uv a way ole Ginger's got | A |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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