Suburbia Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCBB DEBB FFCC BFGG HHII JJBB FFEE FFEE FFKK LLBB FFBB FFEE BBMM| O man with a Position prithee tell | A |
| How is't you mould your sal'ried life so well | A |
| Holding in lofty scorn that lowly mob | B |
| Of 'Blokes' who earn mere 'wages' at a 'job' | B |
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| Knights of Suburbia whose only care | C |
| Is to be counted 'mid the 'naicest' there | C |
| Teach me how I some day may learn to be | B |
| Clothed in drab Respectability | B |
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| I cannot muster due respect for those | D |
| Who wear the very nicest kind of clothes | E |
| Nor does the Upper House sufficiently | B |
| Impress the dull 'right thinking' part o' me | B |
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| Fain would I garb my meekness in a coat | F |
| Whose very blackness struck a pious note | F |
| And crease my pants and aye with tender care | C |
| Arrange becomingly my plebian hair | C |
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| A 'Something in the City' would I be | B |
| With due respect for men of Propputy | F |
| Or sooth if such ambition be too rash | G |
| I'd as a godlike grocer groce for cash | G |
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| Ah lead me to some suburb grey and calm | H |
| My very soul craves for a potted palm | H |
| In my front porch Nay but it were sublime | I |
| To stalk the stealthy slug o' summer time | I |
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| Then would I take some proper girl to wife | J |
| And know the joys of a 'well ordered' life | J |
| Beget suburban daughters who would be | B |
| Models of drawing room propriety | B |
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| Ah me that drawing room my lady's pride | F |
| With products of Chow labor side by side | F |
| An upright grand by Bubblestein and Bohrs | E |
| And framed enlargements of our ancestors | E |
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| Our arms a 'what not' rampant on a ground | F |
| Of pious drab There would we sit around | F |
| While Bertha thumped the keys o' balmy eves | E |
| And caterpillars chewed the fuschia leaves | E |
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| There would we offer incense highly toned | F |
| And worship nightly FURNITURE enthroned | F |
| There would we nay I may not even hope | K |
| Whose only wash hand bowl is plugged with soap | K |
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| With yellow soap to caulk a leak obscene | L |
| Whose writing table once held kerosene | L |
| What does he wot of over mantels he | B |
| Who keeps tobacco where he should keep tea | B |
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| Knight of Suburbia your daily round | F |
| Treading to morning trains the same old ground | F |
| Is not for me though I would gladly be | B |
| A champion at passing cakes and tea | B |
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| O that the stars had willed it were my fate | F |
| To be immoderately moderate | F |
| To sit at eve 'mid fans and photo frames | E |
| And play at sundry senseless parlor games | E |
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| Then having bathed my soul in revelry | B |
| Put out the cat and turned the front door key | B |
| Away to rest by one dim taper's gleam | M |
| To court the vague unnecessary dream | M |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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