Old Town Types No. 29 - Miss Trapp, The Music Teacher Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDDEB FF GG H II CCFF JJ KLLMM| 'One and two and three and four | A |
| You're playing it by ear boy Eyes upon the score ' | B |
| Miss Trapp the music teacher very prim and staid | C |
| English and respectable the town's old maid | C |
| Sitting in her 'front room ' elderly and stern | D |
| While a grubby urchin struggles with the notes he'll never learn | D |
| 'One and two and one and two | E |
| You're playing it at random This will nevah nevah do ' | B |
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| No one knew her history or why she settled down | F |
| To 'Singing and Pianoforte' in our old town | F |
| With her soft voice and grey dress the folk called her 'The Dove ' | - |
| And the story somehow got about that she'd been 'crossed in love ' | - |
| And so her fancied tragedy clothed her in vague romance | G |
| 'So well connected too my dear You'd see that that a glance' | G |
| With her 'One and two and Oh you stupid child ' | - |
| And the rap upon the knuckles was both lady like and mild | H |
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| She sang at local concerts in a cultured voice and thin | I |
| And the back seats applauded her with many a covert grin | I |
| 'Her voice is gettin' rusty but the ole girl does her best ' | - |
| But the front seats said 'Beautiful How training stands the test ' | - |
| Yet all combined in kindliness with varied tact displayed | C |
| To make the path no thornier for our old maid | C |
| Whose spinsterhood was quite an institution in the town | F |
| With her 'One and two and ' And then she let us down | F |
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| For years she'd dwelt among us our one 'lady ' prim and pure | J |
| In her neat dove grey dress and manner most demure | J |
| A regular museum piece who knew just what was 'done ' | - |
| And then an English 'toff' came up to say to Connor's run | K |
| Rich it was said and elderly and to the town's dismay | L |
| He took and married our old maid and hastened her away | L |
| With her 'One and two and ' Of culture now bereft | M |
| The town's 'tone' departed when our music teacher left | M |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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