Possum Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DDE F DD DDD D GGH IJ DD K DDDD B BB LLMMDD DDNNDD OODDNN DDP D QQGGB QQDDGG B GGDD Q A GG| Jist 'ere it gripped me on a sudden like a red 'ot knife | A |
| I wus diggin' in the garden talkin' pleasant to me wife | A |
| When it got me good an' solid an' I fetches out a yell | B |
| An' curses soft down in me neck an' breathes 'ard fer a spell | B |
| Then when I tries to straighten up it stabs me ten times worse | C |
| I thinks per'aps I'm dyin' an' chokes back a reel 'ot curse | C |
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| 'I've worked too fast ' I tells Doreen 'Me backbone's runnin' 'ot | D |
| I'm sick I've got o 'oly wars I dunno wot I've got | D |
| Jist 'ere Don't touch jist round back 'ere a blazin' little pain | E |
| Is clawin' up me spinal cord an' slidin' down again ' | - |
| 'You come inside ' she sez 'Per'aps it's stoopin' in the sun | F |
| Does it 'urt much ' I sez 'Oh no I'm 'avin' lots o' fun ' | - |
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| Then cooin' to me woman like she pilots me inside | D |
| It stabs me every step I takes I thort I could 'a' died | D |
| 'There now ' she sez 'Men can't stand pain it's alwus understood ' | - |
| 'Stand pain ' I owls Then Jumpin' Jakes It gits me reely good | D |
| So I gets to bed in sections fer it give me beans to bend | D |
| An' shuts me eyes an' groans again an' jist waits fer the end | D |
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| 'Now you lie still ' she orders me 'until I think wot's best | D |
| Per'aps 'ot bran or poultices You jist lie still an' rest ' | - |
| Rest 'Oly Gosh I clinched me teeth an' clawed the bloomin' bunk | G |
| Fer a red 'ot poker jabbed me ev'ry time I much as wunk | G |
| I couldn't corf I couldn't move I couldn't git me breath | H |
| 'Look after Bill ' I tells Doreen 'I feels that this is death ' | - |
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| 'Death fiddlesticks ' she laughs at me 'You jist turn over now ' | - |
| I 'owls ''Ere Don't you touch me or there'll be a blazin' row | I |
| I want to die jist as I am ' She sez 'Now Bill 'ave sense | J |
| This 'as to go on while it's 'ot ' I groans 'I've no defence ' | - |
| An' so she 'as 'er way wiv me An' tho' I'm suff'rin' bad | D |
| I couldn't 'elp but noticin' the gentle touch she 'ad | D |
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| That ev'nin' when the doctor come sez 'e 'Ah 'Urtin' much | K |
| Where is the trouble ' I sez 'Where you ain't allowed to touch ' | - |
| 'E mauls an' prods me while I 'owls to beat the bloomin' band | D |
| Gawbli'me I'd 'a' cracked 'im if I'd strength to lift me 'and | D |
| 'Discribe yer symtims now ' sez 'e I fills meself wiv wind | D |
| An' slung 'im out a catalog while 'e jist stood an' grinned | D |
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| 'Ar bar ' 'e sez 'Sciatiker Oh we'll soon 'ave yeh well ' | - |
| 'Sciatiker ' sez I 'Yer sure yeh don't mean Jumpin' 'Ell | B |
| It ain't no privit devil wiv a little jagged knife ' | - |
| 'Tut rut ' 'e grins 'You'll soon be right I leaves yeh to yer wife ' | - |
| I looks at 'er she smiles at me an' when I seen that smile | B |
| 'Aw poultices ' I groans An' she injoys it all the while | B |
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| But I'm marri'd to a woman an' I gives yeh my straight tip | L |
| It makes a man feel glad uv it when sickness gits a grip | L |
| 'Er looks is full uv tenderness 'er ways is full uv love | M |
| An' 'er touch is like a blessin' as she gently bends above | M |
| 'Er speech is firm but motherin' 'er manners strict but mild | D |
| Yer 'er 'usban' an' 'er patient an' 'er little orphin child | D |
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| When yer marri'd to a woman an' yer feelin' well an' right | D |
| When yer frame is full uv ginger an' yer mouth is full uv skite | D |
| Then yeh tork about the 'missus' in an 'orf'and sort uv way | N |
| She's 'andy in the 'ouse if she don't 'ave too much to say | N |
| But when Ole Man Sciatiker 'e does yeh up reel neat | D |
| Then she's yer own reel mate she is an' all yer 'ands an' feet | D |
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| An' so Doreen she nurses me while I lie there an' grouch | O |
| Fer I'm snarky when I tumble that it ain't me dyin' couch | O |
| I barks at 'er an' snarls at 'er an' orders 'er about | D |
| An' nearly wears the feet orf 'er wiv trottin' in an' out | D |
| An' while Ole Man Sciatiker 'e 'as me in 'is sway | N |
| Doreen she jist gives in to me an' alwus gits 'er way | N |
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| Three solid days I 'as uv it an' then the pain lets out | D |
| I'm feelin' fit fer graft again an' wants to git about | D |
| It's then she lets me see 'er 'and an' orders 'You stay there | P |
| Until yeh gits yer 'ealth an' strength to sit up in a chair ' | - |
| 'But there's that stove wood ' I begins Sez she 'Now don't you fret | D |
| I'm very sparin' wiv it an' there's tons an' tons there yet ' | - |
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| Tell yeh straight I got to like it It's a crook thing to confess | Q |
| But to 'ave 'er fussin' round me give me chunks uv 'appiness | Q |
| So I gits out in the garden wiv an arm chair an' a rug | G |
| An' I comes the floppin' invaleed an' makes meself reel snug | G |
| I droops me eyes an' 'angs me 'ands an' looks dead crook an' ill | B |
| An' wriggles ev'ry time she sez 'Wot would yeh like now Bill ' | - |
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| An' then one day I 'ears the axe down there be'ind the 'ouse | Q |
| An' I sees meself a loafer an' me conscience starts to rouse | Q |
| I 'eaves me frame out uv the chair an' wanders down the yard | D |
| She's beltin' at a knotty log an' beltin' good an' 'ard | D |
| I grabs the axe 'Give up ' I sez 'I ain't no shattered wreck | G |
| This 'ere's my job ' An' then Gawstruth I gits it in the neck | G |
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| 'Am I yer wife ' she asks me straight 'Why can't yeh trust me Bill | B |
| Am I not fit to see to things when you are weak an' ill ' | - |
| I tries to say I'm possumin' an' reely well an' strong | G |
| But ev'ry time I starts to tork she's got me in the wrong | G |
| 'Yeh can't deceive me Bill ' she sez 'Yer 'ealth is fur frum good | D |
| Yeh jist can't trust yer wife to chop a little bit uv wood | D |
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| 'Yeh got to come out in the cold ' she sez 'wivout yer wraps | Q |
| An' now I'll 'ave yeh on me 'ands fer days wiv a relapse ' | - |
| 'I been pretending ' I ixplains She sez 'Am I yer wife | A |
| Yet sooner than yeh'd trust to me yeh go an' risk yer life ' | - |
| Well I'm marri'd to a woman an' it might seem sort uv meek | G |
| goes back into bed again an' 'ates it fer a week | G |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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