Spike Wegg Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAAA CDDCEE FGGFDD HIJJAA KDDKLL HLLJMM NDDNO DFFDPP NQQNFF ARRASS DCCDAA FFFFTU VDDVQQ WDDWXX AFFAXX DYYDXX XZZXFF DA2A2DXX| Me photer's in the papers 'Oly wars | A |
| A 'ero I've been called in big black type | B |
| I 'ad idears the time was close on ripe | B |
| Fer some applorse | A |
| To come my way on top uv all me bumps | A |
| Now it's come sudden an' it's come in lumps | A |
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| I've given interviews an' 'ad me dile | C |
| Bang on the front page torkin' to a 'tec' | D |
| Limelight I'm swimmin' in it to the neck | D |
| Me sunny smile | C |
| Beams on the crowd Misun'erstandin's past | E |
| An' I 'ave come into me own at last | E |
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| But all the spot light ain't alone fer me | F |
| 'Arf I am glad to say is made to shine | G |
| Upon that firm an' trusted friend uv mine | G |
| Ole Wally Free | F |
| A man I've alwiz said 'oo'd make 'is mark | D |
| But case you 'ave n't 'eard the story 'ark | D |
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| Spike Wegg Yes 'im I thort the same as you | H |
| That 'e was dished an' done fer in the Lane | I |
| I don't ixpeck to cross 'is tracks again | J |
| An' never knoo | J |
| That 'e 'ad swore to git me one uv those | A |
| Fine days an' make 'is alley good with Rose | A |
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| Spike 'ad been aimin' 'igh in 'is profesh | K |
| Bank robberies an' sich was 'is noo lurk | D |
| An' one big job 'ad set the cops to work | D |
| To plan a fresh | K |
| Campaign agin this crook They want 'im more | L |
| Than ever they 'ave wanted 'im before | L |
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| They yearn fer 'im reel passionit they do | H |
| Press an' perlice both 'ankers fer 'im sore | L |
| 'Where is Spike Wegg ' the daily 'eadlines roar | L |
| But no one knoo | J |
| Or them that did 'ad fancies to be dumb | M |
| The oysters uv the underworld was mum | M |
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| It was the big sensation uv the day | N |
| Near 'arf the Force was nosin' fer the bloke | D |
| Wot done the deed but Spike was well in smoke | D |
| An' like to stay | N |
| Shots 'ad been fired an' one poor coot was plugged | O |
| An' now the crowd arsts 'Why ain't no one jugged ' | - |
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| That's 'ow the land lies when one day I go | D |
| Down to the orchid paddick where I see | F |
| A strange cove playin' spy be'ind a tree | F |
| I seem to know | D |
| The shape uv that there sneakin' slinkin' frame | P |
| An' walk across to git on to 'is game | P |
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| It was red 'ot I grunt an' break away | N |
| To 'old 'im orf I'm battlin' fer me life | Q |
| All in a cert fer 'e's still got the knife | Q |
| An' by the way | N |
| 'E looks I know it's either 'im or me | F |
| 'As an appointment at the cemet'ry | F |
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| I've often wondered 'ow a feller feels | A |
| When 'e is due to wave the world good bye | R |
| They say 'is past life flicks before 'is eye | R |
| Like movie reels | A |
| My past life never troubled me a heap | S |
| All that I want to do is go to sleep | S |
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| I'm gittin' weak I'm coughin' chokey like | D |
| Me legs is wobbly an' I'm orful ill | C |
| But I 'ave got some fight left in me still | C |
| I look at Spike | D |
| An' there I see the dirty look wot shows | A |
| 'E's got me where 'e wants me an' 'e knows | A |
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| I think that's where I fell Nex' thing I see | F |
| Is Spike Wegg down an' fair on top uv 'im | F |
| Some one that's breathin' ard an' fightin' grim | F |
| It's Wally Free | F |
| It's good old Wally 'E 'as got Spike pinned | T |
| Both 'ands an' kneelin' 'eavy on 'is wind | U |
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| So fur so good But I ain't outed yet | V |
| On 'ands an' knees I crawls to reach 'em slow | D |
| Spike's got the knife an' Wally dare n't let go | D |
| Then as I get | V |
| Close up I 'ear Rose screamin' then me wife | Q |
| I'm faint I twist Spike's arm an' grab the knife | Q |
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| That's all At least as far as I'm concerned | W |
| I took no further interest in the show | D |
| The things wot 'appened subsekint I know | D |
| Frum wot I learned | W |
| When I come to tucked in me little bed | X |
| Me chest on fire an' cold packs on me 'ead | X |
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| I 'ear they tied Spike up with 'arness straps | A |
| An' bits uv 'ay band till the John 'Ops come | F |
| An' watched 'im workin' out a mental sum | F |
| Free an' some chaps | A |
| Uv 'ow much time 'e'd git fer this last plot | X |
| An' other jobs The answer was a lot | X |
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| Then that nex' day an' after fer a week | D |
| Yeh'd think I owned the winner uv a Cup | Y |
| Pressmen perlice the parson all rush up | Y |
| An' I've to speak | D |
| Me piece to be took down in black an' white | X |
| In case I chuck a seven overnight | X |
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| The papers done us proud Near every day | X |
| Some uv 'em printed photers uv me map | Z |
| Looked at some ways I ain't too crook a chap | Z |
| But anyway | X |
| I've 'ad enough I wish they'd let me be | F |
| I'm sick uv all this cheap publicity | F |
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| But sich is fame Less than a month ago | D |
| The whole thing started with a naggin' tooth | A2 |
| Now I am famis an' to tell the truth | A2 |
| Well I dunno | D |
| I'd 'ardly like to bet yeh that I don't | X |
| Git arst to act in pitchers but I won't | X |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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