The Great God Guff Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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There was once a Simple People you of course will understandA
This is just a little fable of a non existent landA
There was once a Simple People and they had a Simple KingB
And his name well SMITH the First will do as well as anythingB
And they lived upon an island by a pleasant southern seaC
Which they boastfully referred to as the 'Country of the Free 'D
This King SMITH was quite a model He was kind and he was wiseE
But alas a higher sovereign he was forced to recogniseE
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As in ev'ry age and nation since the tale of man was knownF
Superstition here existed as the power behind the throneF
It was vague and unsubstantial but its sway was plain enoughG
And 'twas known upon the island simply as the Great God GUFFG
They made sacrifices to it treasure corn and slaughtered beastsE
Good King SMITH cringed to the idol where upon his throne he satH
And the People feared it greatly and the priests grew very fatH
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Now the welfare of the priestcraft did not always coincideI
With the welfare of the People hence the wily priests reliedI
On the hoary superstition that had stood the test of yearsE
Thus they led both king and people by their rather ass like earsE
Crying 'GUFF was ever with us GUFF the Great must be obeyedJ
GUFF the god must be consulted ere a single law be made '-
And the very simple People with their very simple KingB
Bowed their heads and said 'So be it GUFF be served in ev'rything '-
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So the nation muddled somehow on its island by the seaE
Simple superstitious people in their 'Country of the Free '-
And whene'er they yearned for Progress as things drifted to the worstK
SMITH replied 'Have patience people GUFF must be consulted firstK
Other lands and other nations may progress without his aidJ
But upon our native island never rule or law is madeJ
Till his priests have pondered o'er it seeking to divine his willL
So it was with our forefathers so with us it must be still '-
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Came a time when folk grew restive murmurming amongst themselvesE
While the nation's schemes and projects lay neglected on the shelvesE
Then arose amid the people one of singular renownM
Since his name the eld refuses let us call him simply BROWNM
BROWN was something of a student strong on things like common senseE
He was plain and blunt and forceful and he hated smug pretenceE
And before the priests and people in a manner rude and gruffG
He arose and put this question briefly 'Who and what is GUFF '-
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Loud the People shrieked in terror and the High Priest threw a fitN
And the king rose from his dias as his eye with anger litN
'He blasphemes ' declared the monarch 'Sieze the sacrilegious bruteO
Great God GUFF may not be questioned He is mighty absolute '-
But BROWN stood his ground and answered 'Oh I'm sick of all that stuffG
Give me one clear definition What's the bloomon' use of GUFFG
He's a silly superstition and I'll prove to you King SMITHP
If you'll give me just five minutes that your idol is a myth '-
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Well to bring a simple story to a sudden simple endQ
BROWN beat down all opposition and affairs began to mendQ
Good King SMITH with seemly wisdom on his idol turned his backR
And without much fuss the People simply gave old GUFF the sackR
And the priests Well some took service with the king and so reformedS
Some adopted Christian Science some in vain still raved and stormedS
Others strove to mend their fortunes with an Independent KirkT
Some became mere weather prophets some a paltry few got workT
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So they thrived the simple People on their island by the seaE
And their schemes and projects prospered for the land at last was freeE
SMITH the First emancipated o'er a happy country ruledU
And he smiled when he reflected how the nation had been fooledU
How the simple King and People by a superstition cursedK
Ever cried in foolish terror 'GUFF must be consulted first '-
And the last words of that monarch long were treasured in the landA
But of course it's all a fable as you'll clearly uderstandA
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Yet there lives a simple People on an island by the seaE
And a simple Monarch rules them called the King DEMOCRACYE
Rather does he seek to rule them but his will is warped and bentA
By a childish superstition known as 'Party Government '-
And the idol has its priestcraft that pretends to lead the raceE
Though they call them 'Politicians' in this later year of graceE
And whene'er the folk grow restive as things drift from worse to worstA
Cry the priests 'Behold the Party It must be considered first '-
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And the simple simple People bend their heads and murmur 'YesE
We respect the claims of Party But who is to mend this MessE
Schemes go wrong and projects languish and the Big Things of the StateA
Lie neglected while this Party bids us wait and ever wait '-
Oh for some plain forceful person with a plain drab name like BROWNM
And a wholesome hate for humbug and a stern determined frownM
To arouse the simple People and their king DEMOCRACYE
Cringing to their fool god Party on their island by the seaE

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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