Old Town Types No.17- Mr Bodge The Banker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCDEE FFGGHHII JJKKL MM NNOOPPQQ| Mr Bodge the banker was a power in the land | A |
| His city bank had granted him an autocratic hand | A |
| For our town was most remote from commerce centres then | B |
| And only Mr Bodge could know who were our solid men | B |
| So Mr Bodge within his bank reigned with a pride immense | C |
| And rich men and poor men they paid him deference | D |
| For who could know when droughts would come to jeopardise some plan | E |
| And one word from Mr Bodge might save or sink a man | E |
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| He shone among the 'silvertails ' a leading social light | F |
| Well dressed well groomed and painfully polite | F |
| He entertained the Governor when he was in our town | G |
| Magistrates and M P 's and others of renown | G |
| In full beards and top hats with such a fancy spread | H |
| That the fat cook at Flynn's pub went nearly off her head | H |
| Cold collations caviare foods till then unknown | I |
| And all were sure that Mr Bodge had money of his own | I |
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| He beamed on Peter Connor when he came into the bank | J |
| For Connor was our squatter and a man of social rank | J |
| He beamed on all the 'silvertails' of his exclusive set | K |
| He frowned on cocky farmers who were over long in debt | K |
| 'My bank considers character ' he'd sternly say to those | L |
| 'If you can't pay the fifty pounds I fear we must foreclose ' | - |
| And tho' small men called him a snob most of the town agreed | M |
| That Mr Bodge tho' hard at times was very just indeed | M |
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| He once went on extended leave and all the town's elect | N |
| Gave him a champagne send off 'Twas the least one might expect | N |
| But when he overstayed his leave there was a mighty din | O |
| The bank sent its inspectors up and called its money in | O |
| Or tried to But old Connor failed and Collins at the store | P |
| The chemist and the auctioneer and half a dozen more | P |
| And men long talked with bated breath of that depression dire | Q |
| When Mr Bodge the banker left the old town in the mire | Q |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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