The Mountain Laboured Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAA BCDCEFEF GHGHIJIJ HKHKLKL MNMNOEOE PQPQRHR STSTUSUS DCBCVWVW EEAA

A patriot spake thus to an eager throngA
'Give me the power and I shall right each wrongA
And Fortune smiling on our land shall look'A
His name was COOKA
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Lo I beheld throughout a continentB
A nation wrestle with affairs of StateC
And patriotic cries wher'er I wentD
Poured forth alike from groundlings and the greatC
I heard man reason with his fellow manE
From shore to shore rang out one mighty screechF
As daily from a thousand platforms ranE
Rivers of speechF
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Consul and Senator keen combat wagedG
Doctor and Saint joined hotly in the frayH
North South and West and East the battle ragedG
And ev'ry citizen had much to sayH
Bland politicians talked incessantlyI
It seemed a very battle of the godsJ
Though much they said appeared to me to beI
Over the oddsJ
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Then lo upon the great Election DayH
The day appointed for the mighty testK
Cab jinker motor car and humble drayH
Hither and thither sped at the behestK
Of rival statesmen whose bold streamers flaredL
On wall and hoarding You can guess the restK
'Twere easy sparedL
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My wife remained at home to mend my socksM
But forth went I to claim my sovereign rightN
To win my freedom at the ballot boxM
I got back home at twelve o'clock that nightN
Or was it two next morning I forgetO
But I had done my duty like a manE
Helped in the noblest scheme man's fashioned yetO
The Party PlanE
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And then a solemn hush fell on the landP
I was content considering my headQ
Next Morning And behold on ev'ry handP
Expectancy and hope one plainly readQ
Till through the land rang out the herald's voiceR
Telling the upshot of that mighty frayH
'Joseph is consul Citizens rejoiceR
'Ip 'ip 'ooray '-
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Rejoice I did and my prophetic soulS
Saw for my country happiness and peaceT
For he had reached at last the longed for goalS
Now would our corn and oil and beer increaseT
What would it profit else this strike this painU
A mighty Nation shaken to its soulS
Sans good result all hope 'twas very plainU
Was up the poleS
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Into the Hall of State I blithely wentD
Eager to hear the dignified debateC
Grave reverend seigneurs in grave argumentB
Engaged discussing great affairs of StateC
Wise counsellors But stay What's here amissV
Are these the honoured makers of the LawW
Now Heav'n defend our Party Plan for thisV
Is what I sawW
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A yelping clamorous unruly clanE
A small bald agitated snapping manE
And as they raved his fist he fiercely shookA
His name was COOKA

Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis



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