Old Town Types No 20 - Mr Blades The Butcher Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCBDEB FFGGHHGG GGGGIJ KKCCLLMM| Mr Blades the butcher was a large and beefy man | A |
| 'Best him at a cattle deal ' 'twas said 'no other can ' | B |
| He ate a lot and drank a lot and had a lot to say | C |
| And he jollied all the ladies in his large and airy way | C |
| His family was numerous and helped him in 'the trade ' | B |
| And townsfolk had a deal to say of money what they made | D |
| But Mr Blades just went his way and had his bit of fun | E |
| And joked about his appetite his girth or else his 'run ' | B |
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| His 'run' a stretch of scrubland at the back of Connor's place | F |
| Was a joke about the district for it did not bear a trace | F |
| Of building or improvement Yet some said Mr Blades | G |
| Had ambitions as a squatter and a secret scorn for 'trades' | G |
| Then the cattle duffers started in the district Connors raved | H |
| But folk said it was wonderful how Mr Blades behaved | H |
| Tho' he lost a hundred stores one night But soon began the rows | G |
| When people in the town began to lose domestic cows | G |
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| Police surprised the gang one night out in the mulga shades | G |
| And took the lot red handed with their leader Mr Blades | G |
| Of course the trial stirred our town as nothing's stirred it since | G |
| But when bad Blades got 'three years hard ' he did not even wince | G |
| His family still strove to carry on the butcher's shop | I |
| For folk refused to pay them and demanded with some heat | J |
| 'Think you can charge for selling us our milkers back as meat ' | - |
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| When Mr Blades came out of goal he did not seem ashamed | K |
| A little thinner now perhaps but not the least bit tamed | K |
| He told the folk he'd paid his debts and so by gum should they | C |
| So he summoned all his debtors and his debtors had to pay | C |
| 'For our own thieved and slaughtered cows ' wailed these bewildered folk | L |
| But Mr Blades the butcher had his last and richest joke | L |
| And on the day he left the town people who saw him said | M |
| He looked the picture of content so beefy large and red | M |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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