Old Town Types Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCCD EECCFGC CCHHI C JJCCKKC| I can not recall his heyday for I knew him in the day | A |
| When his curly hair had thinned a bit his waxed moustache grown grey | A |
| That he kept the local fruit shop was a trifle in life's plan | B |
| For our Captain Curly Taplin was a military man | B |
| The details of his uniform grow vague now and remote | C |
| All save a pipeclayed helmet and a gaudy scarlet coat | C |
| 'Not the Prooshians nor the Rooshians ' Captain Taplin oft averred | C |
| 'Shall take this country from us Harrumph My Word ' | D |
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| Our Captain Curly Taplin was the pride of our old town | E |
| Most especially the ladies for that military frown | E |
| That piercing eye the gruff command that rumbled in his throat | C |
| The fiercely spiked and waxed moustache the glowing scarlet coat | C |
| Were ideal in the female eye When our militiamen | F |
| Marched out ah what a figure was our gallant captain then | G |
| A figure that in these dull days might seem a shade absurd | C |
| But 'My men are drilled and ready sir Harrumph My Word ' | - |
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| Then came dread news that sent him straight to don his scarlet coat | C |
| Our cables had been severed and the Russians were afloat | C |
| He wait for orders Fiddlesticks He mobilised his force | H |
| He hung his shop about with flags and yelled till he was hoarse | H |
| He led them out for marches for parade drills practice shoots | I |
| Tho as sergeant Jack McFee remarked ''Twas awfu' hard on boots ' | - |
| But the captain failed to scent a hoax when nothing more occurred | C |
| For 'We've still to watch them Rooshians sir Harrumph My Word ' | - |
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| They hurried him up by the hill one day long long ago | J |
| With full military honors and I deem it fitting so | J |
| For this archetype of Diggers in the fights he was denied | C |
| Would have fallen just as gamely as his grandsons later died | C |
| For he fiercely loved the freedom that this green land offered him | K |
| And despite his vast vainglory and his posturing so grim | K |
| There was something sacrificial in that eagerness absurd | C |
| For 'One chance to face them Rooshians sir Harrumph My Word ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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