The Kid Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CDEE FFGG DDHH BBII JJK LLG MMCC CCNN CCLL GGOP BBLL CCQQ CCRR LLC CCBB QQS CC LLGG TTD LLL DDU C VV CCL BBLL TTCC LLW XXKK DDLL CCCC LLLL LLCC CCCC TTEE| My son Them words jist like a blessed song | A |
| Is singin' in me 'eart the 'ole day long | A |
| Over an' over while I'm scared I'll wake | B |
| Out of a dream to find it all a fake | B |
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| My son Two little words that yesterdee | C |
| Wus jist two simple senseless words to me | D |
| An'now no man not since the world begun | E |
| Made any better pray'r than that My son | E |
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| My son an' bloomin' 'eir Ours 'Ers an' mine | F |
| The finest kid in Aw the sun don't shine | F |
| Ther' ain't no joy fer me beneath the blue | G |
| Unless I'm gazin' lovin' at them two | G |
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| A little while ago it was jist 'me' | D |
| A lonely longin' streak o' misery | D |
| An' then 'twas ''er an' me' Doreen my wife | H |
| An' now it's ''im an' us' an' sich is life | H |
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| But 'struth 'E is king pin The 'ead serang | B |
| I mustn't tramp about or talk no slang | B |
| I mustn't pinch 'is nose or make a face | I |
| I mustn't Strike 'E seems to own the place | I |
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| Cunning Yeh'd think to look into 'is eyes | J |
| 'E knoo the game clean thro' 'e seems that wise | J |
| Wiv 'er 'an nurse 'e is the leadin' man | K |
| An' poor ole dad's amongst the 'also ran ' | - |
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| 'Goog goo ' 'e sez and curls 'is cunnin' toes | L |
| Yeh'd be su'prised the 'eaps o' things 'e knows | L |
| I'll swear 'e tumbles I'm 'is father too | G |
| The way 'e squints at me an' sez 'Goog goo ' | - |
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| Why 'smornin' 'ere 'is lordship gits a grip | M |
| Fair on me finger give it quite a nip | M |
| An' when I tugs 'e won't let go 'is hold | C |
| 'Angs on like that An' 'im not three weeks old | C |
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| 'Goog goo ' 'e sez I'll swear yeh never did | C |
| In all yer natcheril see sich a kid | C |
| The cunnin' ways 'e's got the knowin' stare | N |
| Ther' ain't a youngster like 'im anywhere | N |
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| An' when 'e gits a little pain inside | C |
| 'Is dead straight griffin ain't to be denied | C |
| I'm sent to talk sweet nuffin's to the fowls | L |
| While nurse turns 'and springs ev'ry time 'e 'owls | L |
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| But say I tell yeh straight I been thro'ell | G |
| The things I thort I wouldn't dare to tell | G |
| Lest in the tellin' I might feel again | O |
| One little part of all that fear an' pain | P |
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| It come so sudden that I lorst me block | B |
| First it was 'Ell fer leather to the doc | B |
| 'Oo took it all so calm 'e made me curse | L |
| An' then I sprints like mad to get the nurse | L |
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| By gum that woman But she beat me flat | C |
| A man's jist putty in a game like that | C |
| She owned me 'appy 'ome almost before | Q |
| She fairly got 'er nose inside me door | Q |
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| Sweatin' I was but cold wiv fear inside | C |
| An' then to think a man could be denied | C |
| 'Is wife an' 'ome an' told to fade away | R |
| By jist one fat ole nurse 'oo's in 'is pay | R |
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| I wus too weak wiv funk to start an' rouse | L |
| 'Struth Ain't a man the boss in 'is own 'ouse | L |
| 'You go an' chase yerself ' she tips me straight | C |
| There's nothin' now fer you to do but wait ' | - |
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| Wait Gawd I never knoo wot waitin' meant | C |
| In all me life till that day I was sent | C |
| To loaf around while there inside Aw strike | B |
| I couldn't tell yeh wot that hour was like | B |
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| Three times I comes to listen at the door | Q |
| Three times I drags meself away once more | Q |
| Arf dead wiv fear 'arf dead wiv tremblin' joy | S |
| An' then she beckons me an' sez 'A boy ' | - |
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| 'A boy ' she sez 'An' bofe is doin' well ' | - |
| I drops into a chair an' jist sez ''Ell ' | - |
| It was a pray'r I feels bofe crook an' glad | C |
| An' that's the strength of bein' made a dad | C |
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| I thinks of church when in that room I goes | L |
| 'Oldin' me breaf an' walkin' on me toes | L |
| Fer 'arf a mo' I feared me nerve 'ud fail | G |
| To see 'er Iying there so still an' pale | G |
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| She looks so frail at first I dursn't stir | T |
| An' then I leans acrost an' kisses 'er | T |
| An' all the room gits sorter blurred an' dim | D |
| She smiles an' moves 'er 'ead 'Dear lad Kiss 'im ' | - |
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| Near smothered in a ton of snowy clothes | L |
| First thing I sees a bunch o' stubby toes | L |
| Bald 'ead termater face an' two big eyes | L |
| 'Look Kid ' she smiles at me 'Ain't 'e a size ' | - |
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| 'E didn't seem no sorter size to me | D |
| But yet I speak no lie when I agree | D |
| ''E is ' I sez an' smiles back at Doreen | U |
| 'The biggest nipper fer 'is age I've seen ' | - |
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| She turns away 'er eyes is brimmin' wet | C |
| 'Our little son ' she sez 'Our precious pet ' | - |
| An' then I seen a great big dropp roll down | V |
| An' fall kersplosh fair on 'is nibs's crown | V |
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| An' still she smiles 'A lucky sign ' she said | C |
| 'Somewhere in some ole book one time I read | C |
| 'The child will sure be blest all thro' the years | L |
| Who's christened wiv 'is mother's 'appy tears '' | - |
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| 'Kiss 'im ' she sez I was afraid to take | B |
| Too big a mouthful of 'im fear 'e'd break | B |
| An' when 'e gits a fair look at me phiz | L |
| 'E puckers up 'is nose an' then Geewhizz | L |
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| 'Ow did 'e 'owl In 'arf a second more | T |
| Nurse 'ad me 'ustled clean outside the door | T |
| Scarce knowin' 'ow I gits out in the yard | C |
| An' leans agen the fence an' thinks reel 'ard | C |
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| A long long time I looks at my two lands | L |
| 'They're all I got ' I thinks 'they're all that stands | L |
| Twixt this 'ard world an' them I calls me own | W |
| An' fer their sakes I'll work 'em to the bone ' | - |
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| Them vows an' things sounds like a lot o' guff | X |
| Maybe it's foolish thinkin' all this stuff | X |
| Maybe it's childish like to scheme an' plan | K |
| But I dunno it's that way wiv a man | K |
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| I only know that kid belongs to me | D |
| We ain't decided yet wot 'e's to be | D |
| Doreen she sez 'e's got a poit's eyes | L |
| But I ain't got much use fer them soft guys | L |
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| I think we ort to make 'im something great | C |
| A bookie or a champeen 'eavy weight | C |
| Some callin' that'll give 'im room to spread | C |
| A fool could see 'e's got a clever 'ead | C |
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| I know 'e's good an' honest for 'is eyes | L |
| Is jist like 'ers so big an' lovin' wise | L |
| They carries peace an' trust where e'er they goes | L |
| An' say the nurse she sez 'e's got my nose | L |
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| Dead ring fer me ole conk she sez it is | L |
| More like a blob of putty on 'is phiz | L |
| I think But 'e's a fair 'ard case all right | C |
| I'll swear I thort 'e wunk at me last night | C |
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| My wife an' fam'ly Don't it sound all right | C |
| That's wot I whispers to meself at night | C |
| Some day I s'pose I'll learn to say it loud | C |
| An' careless kiddin' that I don't feel proud | C |
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| My son If there's a Gawd 'Oos leanin' near | T |
| To watch our dilly little lives down 'ere | T |
| 'E smiles I guess if 'E's a lovin' one | E |
| Smiles friendly like to 'ear them words My son | E |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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