Rabbits Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEF GHGHEE AIAIFF JKJKEE LELEBB EFEFM BHBHBB BEBEB EKEKNN EOEOPP EEEEQQ EREREE STSTEE TUTUTT FEFE HEHEBE BTBTAA FVFVFF TWXWYY ZEZEA2A2 B2TB2TEE EEEEEE FC2FC2EE EETETT EHEHKK D2TD2TEE EEEET

'Ar Gimme fights wiv foeman I kin seeA
To upper cut an' wallop on the jorB
Life in a burrer ain't no good to meA
'Struth This ain't warB
Gimme a ding dong go fer 'arf a roundC
An' you kin 'ave this crawlin' undergroundC
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'Gimme a ragin' 'owlin' tearin' scrapD
Wiv room to swing me left an' feel it landE
This 'idin' sneakin' racket makes a chapD
Feel secon' 'andE
Stuck in me dug out 'ere down in a 'oleF
I'm feelin' like I've growed a rabbit's soul '-
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Ole Ginger's left the 'orspital it seemsG
'E's back at Anzac cursin' at the gameH
Fer this 'ere ain't the fightin' uv 'is dreamsG
It's too dead tameH
'E's got the oopizootics reely badE
An' 'idin' in a burrer makes 'im madE
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'E sort o' takes it personal yeh seeA
'E used to 'awk 'em fer a crust did MickI
Now makin' 'im play rabbits seems to beA
A narsty trickI
To shove 'im like a bunny down a 'oleF
It looks like chuckin' orf an' sours 'is soulF
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'Fair doos ' 'e sez 'I joined the bloomin' ranksJ
To git away frum rabbits thinks I'm doneK
Wiv them Australian pests an' 'ere's their thanksJ
They makes me oneK
An' 'ere I'm squattin' scared to shift aboutE
Jist waitin' fer me little tail to sproutE
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'Ar strike me up a wattle but it's toughL
But 'ere's the dizzy limit fer a certE
To live this bunny's life is bad enoughL
But 'ere's reel dirtE
Some tart at 'ome 'as sent wiv lovin' careB
A coat uv rabbit skins fer me to wearB
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'That's done it Now I'm nibblin' at the foodE
An' if a dawg shows up I'll start to squealF
I s'pose I orter melt wiv gratichudeE
'Tain't 'ow I feelF
She might 'a' fixed a note on wiv a pinM
'Please Mister Rabbit yeh fergot yer skin '-
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'I sees me finish War Why this ain't warB
It's ferritin' An' I'm the bloomin' gameH
Me skin alone is worth the 'untin' forB
That tart's to blameH
Before we're done I've got a silly scareB
Some trappin' Turk will catch me in snareB
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''E'll skin me wiv the others 'c 'as thereB
An' shove us on a truck an' bung us 'roundE
Constantinople at a bob a pairB
Orl fresh an' soundE
'Eads down 'eels up 'e'll 'awk us in a rowB
Around the 'arems 'owlin 'Rabbee oh '-
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'But dead in earnest it's a job I 'ateE
We've got to do it an' it's gittin' doneK
But this soul dopin' game uv sit an' waitE
It ain't no funK
There's times I wish if we weren't short uv menN
That I wus back in 'orspital againN
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'Ar 'orspital There is the place to gitE
If I thort Paradise wus 'arf so snugO
I'd shove me 'ead above the parapitE
An' stop a slugO
But one thing blocks me playin' sich a jokeP
I want another scrap before I croakP
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'I want it bad I want to git right outE
An' plug some josser in the briskit 'ardE
I want to 'owl an' chuck me arms aboutE
An' jab an' guardE
An' swing an' upper cut an' crool some pitchQ
Or git passed out meself I don't care w'ichQ
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'There's some blokes 'ere they've tumbled to a stuntE
Fer gittin' 'eni the spell that they deservesR
They chews some cordite when life at the frontE
Gits on their nervesR
It sends yer tempracher clean out uv sightE
An' if yeh strike a simple doc yer rightE
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'I tries it once Me soul 'ad got the sinksS
Me thorts annoyed me an' I 'ad the joesT
I feels like no one loves me so I thinksS
Well Mick 'ere goesT
I breaks a cartridge open chews a bitE
Reports I'm sick an' throws a fancy fitE
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'Me lovin' sargint spreads the gloomy noosT
I gits paraded but aw 'Struth me luckU
It weren't no baby doc I interviewsT
But some ole buckU
Wiv gimblet eyes 'Put out yer tongue ' 'e 'owlsT
Then takes me temp an' stares at me an' growlsT
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''Well well ' 'e sez 'Wot is yer trouble lad '-
I grabs me tummy 'ard an' sez I'm illF
'You are ' sez 'e 'Yeh got corditis badE
Yeh need a pillF
Before yeh go to sleep ' 'e sez 'to nightE
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Swaller the bullet son an' you'll be right '-
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'' w's that fer rotten luck But orl the sameH
I ain't complainin' when I thinks it outE
I seen it weren't no way to play the gameH
This pullin' outE
We're orl uv us in this to see it thro'B
An' bli'me wot we've got to do we'll doE
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'But 'oles an' burrers Strike An' this is warB
This is the bonzer scrappin' uv me dreamsT
A willin' go is wot I bargained forB
But 'ere it seemsT
I've died someway an' bin condemned to beA
Me own Wile Rabbee fer eternityA
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'But 'orspital I tell yeh square an' allF
If I could meet the murderin' ole TurkV
' o's bullet sent me there to loaf an' sprawlF
An' dodge me workV
Lord I'd shake 'an's wiv 'im an' thank 'im wellF
Fer givin' me a reel ole bonzer spellF
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''E might 'a' tnade it jist a wee bit worseT
I'd stand a lot uv that before I'd screamW
The grub wus jist the thing an' say me nurse IX
She wus a dreamW
I used to treat them tony tarts wiv mirthY
But now I know why they wus put on earthY
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'It treated me reel mean that wound uv mineZ
It 'ealed too quick considerin' me stateE
An' 'ere I am back in the firin' lineZ
Gamblin' wiv FateE
It's like two up I'm 'eadin' 'em this tripA2
But Iookin' day be day to pass the kipA2
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'You tell Doreen yer wife 'ow I am chockB2
Full to the neck wiv thanks fer things she sendsT
Each time I shoves me foot inside a sockB2
I bless sich friendsT
I'm bustin' wiv glad thorts fer things she didE
So tell 'er I serloots 'er an' the kidE
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'Make 'im a soljer chum when 'c gits oldE
Teach 'im the tale uv wot the Anzacs didE
Teach 'im 'e's got a land to love an' holdE
Gawd bless the kidE
But I'm in 'opes when 'is turn comes aroundE
They'll chuck this style uv rootin' undergroundE
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'We're up agin it mate we know that wellF
There ain't a man among us wouldn't lobC2
Over the parapit an' charge like 'ellF
To end the jobC2
But this is war an' discipline well ladE
We sez we 'ates it but we ain't too badE
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'Glory an' gallant scraps is wot I dreamedE
Ragin' around an' smashin' foeman flatE
But war like other thngs ain't wot it seemsT
So 'stid uv thatE
I'm sittin in me dug out scrawlin' thisT
An' thankin' Gawd when shells go by an' missT
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'I'm sittin' in me dug out day be dayE
It narks us but Australia's got a nameH
Fer doin' little jobs like blokes 'oo playE
A clean straight gameH
Wiv luck I might see scrappin' 'fore I'm doneK
Or go where Craig 'as gone an' miss the funK
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'But if I dodge an' keep out uv the rainD2
An' don't toss in me alley 'fore we winsT
An' if I lobs back 'ome an' meets the JaneD2
'Oo sent the skinsT
These bunnies' overcoats I lives insideE
I'll squeal at 'er an' run away an' 'ideE
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'But torkin' straight the Janes 'as done their bitE
I'd like to 'ug the lot orl on me patE
They warms us well the things they've sewed an' knitE
An' more than thatE
I'd like to tell them dear Australian tartsT
The spirit uv it warms Australian 'earts '-

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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