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The Rhymes Of Sym Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Nobody knew why it should be so	A
Nobody knew or wanted to know	A
It might have been checked had but someone dared	B
To trace its beginnings but nobody cared	B
But 'twas clear to the wise that the Glugs of those days	C
Were crazed beyond reason concerning a craze	C
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They would pass a thing by for a week or a year	D
With an air apathetic or maybe a sneer	D
Some ev'ryday thing like a crime or a creed	E
A mode or a movement and pay it small heed	E
Till Somebody started to laud it aloud	F
Then all but the Nobodies followed the crowd	F
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Thus Sym was a craze tho' to give him his due	G
He would rather have strayed from the popular view	G
But once the Glugs had him they held him so tight	H
That he could not be nobody try as he might	H
He had to be Somebody so they decreed	E
For Craze is an appetite governed by Greed	E
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So on Saturday week to the Great Market Square	I
Came every Glug who could rake up his fare	I
They came from the suburbs they came from the town	J
There came from the country Glugs bearded and brown	J
Rich Glugs with cigars all well tailored and stout	K
Jostled commonplace Glugs who dropped aitches about	K
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There were gushing Glug maids well aware of their charms	L
And stern massive matrons with babes in their arms	L
There were querulous dames who complained of the 'squash '	-
The pushing and squeezing for briefly all Gosh	M
With its aunt and its wife stood agape in the ranks	N
Excepting Sir Stodge and his satellite Swanks	N
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The Mayor of Quog took the chair for the day	O
And he made them a speech and he ventured to say	O
That a Glug was a Glug and the Cause they held dear	D
Was a very dear Cause And the Glugs said 'Hear hear '	-
Then Sym took the stage to a round of applause	N
From thousands who suddenly found they'd a Cause	N
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We strive together in life's crowded mart	P
Keen eyed with clutching hands to over reach	Q
We scheme we lie we play the selfish part	P
Masking our lust for gain with gentle speech	Q
And masking too O pity ignorance	N
Our very selves behind a careless glance	N
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Ah foolish brothers seeking e'er in vain	R
The one dear gift that liesso near at hand	S
Hoping to barter gold we meanly gain	R
For that the poorest beggar in the land	S
Holds for his own to hoard while yet he spends	N
Seeking fresh treasure in the hearts of friends	N
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We preach yet do we deem it worldly wise	N
To count unbounded brother love a shame	T
So ban the brother look from out our eyes	N
Lest sparks of sympathy be fanned to flame	T
We smile and yet withhold in secret fear	D
The word so hard to speak so sweet to hear	U
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The Open Sesame to meanest hearts	N
The magic word to which stern eyes grow soft	V
And crafty faces that the cruel marts	N
Have seared and scored turn gentle Nay how oft	W
It trembles on the lip to die unppoke	X
And dawning love is stifled with a joke	X
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Nay brothers look about your world to day	O
A world to you so drab so commonplace	N
The flowers still are blooming by the way	O
As blossom smiles upon the sternest face	N
In everv hour is born some thought of love	Y
In every heart is hid some treasure trove	Z
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With a modified clapping and stamping of feet	A2
The Glugs mildly cheered him as Sym took his seat	A2
But some said 'twas clever and some said 'twas grand	S
More especially those who did not understand	S
And some said with frowns tho' the words sounded plain	R
Yet it had a deep meaning they craved to explain	R
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But the Mayor said Silence He wished to observe	B2
That a Glug was a Glug and in wishing to serve	B2
This glorious Cause which they'd asked him to lead	C2
They had proved they were Glugs of the noble old breed	E
That made Gosh what it was and he'd ask the police	N
To remove that small boy while they heard the next piece	N
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'Now come ' said the Devil he said to me	D2
With his swart face all a grin	E2
'This day ere ever the clock strikes three	D2
Shall you sin your darling sin	E2
For I've wagered a crown with Beelzebub	F2
Down there at the Gentlemen's Brimstone Club	F2
I shall tempt you once I shall tempt you twice	N
Yet thrice shall you fall ere I tempt you thrice '	-
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'Begone base Devil ' I made reply	G2
'Begone with your fiendish grin	E2
How hope you to profit by such as I	G2
For I have no darling sin	E2
But many there be and I know them well	H2
All foul with sinning and ripe for Hell	H2
And I name no names but the whole world knows	N
That I am never of such as those '	-
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'How nowt' said the Devil 'I'll spread my net	I2
And I vow I'll gather you in	E2
By this and by that shall I win my bet	I2
And you shall sin the sin	E2
Come fill up a bumper of good red wine	J2
Your heart shall sing and your eye shall shine	J2
You shall know such joy as you never have known	K2
For the salving of men was the good vine grown '	-
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'Begone red Devil ' I made reply	G2
'Parch shall these lips of mine	J2
And my tongue shall shrink and my throat go dry	G2
Ere ever I taste your wine	J2
But greet you shall as I know full well	H2
A tipsy score of my friends in Hell	H2
And I name no names but the whole world wots	N
Most of my fellows are drunken sots '	-
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'Ah ha ' said the Devil 'You scorn the wine	J2
Thrice shall you sin I say	N
To win me a crown from a friend of mine	J2
Ere three o' the clock this day	N
Are you calling to mind some lady fair	I
And is she a wife or a maiden rare	I
'Twere folly to shackle young love hot Youth	L2
And stolen kisses are sweet forsooth '	-
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'Begone foul Devil ' I made reply	G2
'For never in all my life	M2
Have I looked on a woman with lustful eye	G2
Be she maid or widow or wife	M2
But my brothers Alas I am scandalized	N2
By their evil passions so ill disguised	N2
And I name no names but my thanks I give	O2
That I loathe the lives my fellow men live '	-
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'Ho ho ' roared the Devil in fiendish glee	D2
''Tis a silver crown I win	E2
Thrice have you fallen Pharisee	N
You have sinned your darling sin '	-
'But nay ' said I 'and I scorn your lure	P2
I have sinned no sin and my heart is pure	P2
Come show me a sign of the sin you see '	-
But the Devil was gone and the clock struck three	D2
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With an increase of cheering and waving of hats	N
While the little boys squealed and made noises like cats	N
The Glugs gave approval to Sym's second rhyme	Q2
And some said 'twas thoughtful and some said 'twas prime	Q2
And some said 'twas witty and had a fine end	R2
More especially those who did not comprehend	R2
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And some said with leers and with nudges and shrugs	N
That they mentioned no names but it hit certain Glugs	N
And others remarked with superior smiles	N
While dividing the metrical feet into miles	N
That the thing seemed quite simple without any doubt	K
But the anagrams in it would need thinking out	K
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But the Mayor said Hush And he wished to explain	R
That in leading this Movement he'd nothing to gain	R
He was ready to lead since they trusted him so	N
And wherever he led he was sure Glugs would go	N
And he thanked them again and craved peace for a time	Q2
While this gifted young man read his third and last rhyme	Q2
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To sing you a song and a sensible song is a worthy and excellent thing	X
But how could I sing you that sort of a song if there's never a song to sing	X
At ten to the tick by the kitchen clock I marked him blundering by	G2
With his eyes astare and his rumpled hair and his hat cocked over his eye	G2
Blind in his pride to his shoes untied he went with a swift jig jog	X
Off on the quest with a strange unrest hunting the Feasible Dog	X
And this is the song as he dashed along that he sang with a swaggering swing	X
Now how had I heard him singing a song if he hadn't a song to sing	X
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'I've found the authentic identical beast	S2
The Feasible Dog and the terror of Gosh	M
I know by the prowl of him	T2
Hark to the growl of him	T2
Heralding death to the subjects of Splosh	M
Oh look at him glaring and staring by thunder	U2
Now each for himself and the weakest goes under	U2
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'Beware this injurious furious brute	V2
He's ready to rend you w	-