Old Town Types No. 22 - The Baker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEF GGHH I A JK L MMLLNNHH| Our baker Mr Brackenby toiler in the night | A |
| Was a lean tall glum man whose face was very white | A |
| A brooding man 'twas said of him and mannerisms odd | B |
| For a grunt of recognition and a rather surly nod | B |
| Were all he granted any who came strolling by his shop | C |
| In the cool of summer even when a man might wish to stop | C |
| For a bit of neighbor's gossip But our baker chose to mope | D |
| Like one who nursed grave illness or deep grief beyond all hope | D |
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| His chirping little 'missus' had the old town's sympathy | E |
| For she loved to hold a customer and let her tongue run free | E |
| On stay bits of tittle tattle and we said 'Poor thing | F |
| With a dumb man for a husband well she has to have her fling ' | - |
| For silent Mr Brackenby he never seemed to speak | G |
| To wife or child or anyone from week to dreary week | G |
| There he sat upon his doorstop and he stared and stared ahead | H |
| Like a being sore afflicted But he baked good bread | H |
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| Yet once a year on Show Day some urge removed his gag | I |
| And gloomy Mr Brackenby went out upon a 'jag ' | - |
| He visited the taverns from the morn till deepest night | A |
| Getting gradually garrulous and gradually 'tight ' | - |
| He laughed he sang he spent to talked to any who would hear | J |
| A merry man for just one day and night in all the year | K |
| He sang of 'Champagne Charlie' and 'Where Did You Get That Hat ' | - |
| 'Belle Mahone ' 'Tarpaulin Jacket ' and a score of songs like that | L |
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| Thro' the night he roared and revelled till the daylight broke the spell | M |
| Then our baker Mr Brackenby crept back into his shell | M |
| Stale the bread we got that morning but for twelve months after that | L |
| In the loaves that came at dawning folk found nought to grumble at | L |
| For he shunned the noisy taverns in the cool of summer eves | N |
| And he squatted on his doorstep in the pose of one who grieves | N |
| With his hand cupped in his white palm he just stared and stared ahead | H |
| Like a man remorse had ravaged But he baked good bread | H |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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