Old Town Types No. 15 - Mrs Felix Donnett Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEF GGHHIFEF FFJ K EF LLMMFFEF| Mrs Felix Donnett was a lady of renown | A |
| For ten years her husband was mayor of the town | A |
| For ten years she queened it as our local social light | B |
| And 'everything she did my dear ' was very very right | B |
| But the mayoral pomp sat lightly on old Felix sly but sprightly | C |
| And about his civic earnestness shrewd townspeople had their 'doots ' | D |
| But not of Mrs Donnett with the bugles on her bonnet | E |
| And her dolman and her bustle and elastic sided boots | F |
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| Oh a very proper lady with a very proper mind | G |
| Was she like Queen Victoria and exceedingly refined | G |
| For the good Queen was her model tho' her ideals were confused | H |
| Still she and Queen Victoria were not easily amused | H |
| For she lacked all sense of humor but she had a nose for rumour | I |
| Spicy rumour and a dragon 'mid the other female 'plutes' | F |
| Loomed Mrs Felix Donnett with bugles on her bonnet | E |
| Her dignity her dolman and her Aunt Jemima boots | F |
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| And woe betide the romping maid whose ways she counted lax | F |
| One roguish glance one titter brought 'the dragon' on her tracks | F |
| 'Her Fast mai deah A minx mai deah If you but knew it all | J |
| And Ai pity her poor mothah but of course Ai could not call ' | - |
| Then the dingle dangles trembled 'mid the matrons there assembled | K |
| As head were tossed and lips compressed 'And men of course are brutes ' | - |
| Hissed Mrs Felix Donnett with the bugles on her bonnet | E |
| And her beadings and her bustle and her Aunt Jemima boots | F |
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| When I am moved to tolerance in this 'unmoral age' | L |
| I take the family album out and turn each yellowed page | L |
| And straightaway I am chastened and my moral tone comes back | M |
| As I browse 'mid whiskered dandies and meek matrons garbed in black | M |
| With their fol de rois and flounces Then from out the page there pounces | F |
| Mother Grundy and my turpitude is blasted to the roots | F |
| By the glare of Mrs Donnett and the bugles on her bonnet | E |
| And her dolman and her bustle and her Aunt Jemima boots | F |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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