The Crisis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFFFG HFIFJKLLL DMFMNEOOOE DPFPNEQQQE RMDMSENNNE TNUNVENN| Be wigged and gowned the Speaker frowned | A |
| And his frown was ill to see | B |
| 'Oddsfish ' he spake 'Do I mistake | C |
| Stands 'And' where 'Or' should be | B |
| Be such the case this land's disgrace | D |
| Shall shame our House no more | E |
| Gadzooks and by my halidame | F |
| Call members hence so our fair name | F |
| Be purged and shriven of ill fame | F |
| And 'And' give place to 'Or' ' | G |
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| From divers nooks with guilty looks | H |
| The mumbling members came | F |
| With wimpering wails they gnawed their nails | I |
| And slunk in snivelling shame | F |
| From party rooms as from dank tombs | J |
| From crypt and corridor | K |
| The Speaker boomed with beetling brow | L |
| Yours was the sin And here and now | L |
| I bid ye kneel and make the vow | L |
| To change yon 'And' to 'Or' ' | - |
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| They bore the Mace from its resting place | D |
| In the dungeon 'neath the stairs | M |
| Silk breeched but game the Speaker came | F |
| And set the carven chairs | M |
| Then the great Black Rod at the Speaker's nod | N |
| Waved o'er them as they swore | E |
| By this and that by book and bell | O |
| That one and all what e'er befell | O |
| Would take the vow and keep it well | O |
| To change the 'And' to 'Or' | E |
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| Now in his place with chastened face | D |
| The Premier rose and spoke | P |
| They harked to him in silence grim | F |
| While tears they strove to choke | P |
| With trembling hand he seized that 'And' | N |
| And cast it thro' the door | E |
| And now amid subdued applause | Q |
| The brave upholder of our laws | Q |
| Square in it's place withn the clause | Q |
| Enthroned the rightful 'Or' | E |
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| Sighs of relief replaced their grief | R |
| As members breathed short prayers | M |
| They bore the Mace to its resting place | D |
| In the dungeon 'neath the stairs | M |
| Honor to these our bold M P 's | S |
| All patriots to the core | E |
| With bated breath the tale unfold | N |
| To your son's sons when you grow old | N |
| Their fame uphold The cost all told | N |
| Was twelve pounds eight and four | E |
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| And we poor hacks who yield the tax | T |
| Should we not be content | N |
| With these whose task was to unmask | U |
| That word malevolent | N |
| Alas who knows what weary woes | V |
| Might have best us sore | E |
| Had not that adamantine band | N |
| Upheld the honor of their land | N |
| By plucking out the craft 'And ' | - |
| And substituting 'Or ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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