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The Swanks Of Gosh Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh	A
Oh weep with me for the luckless Glugs	B
Of the land of Gosh where the sad seas wash	A
The patient shores and the great King Splosh	A
His sodden sorrow hugs	B
Where the fair Queen Tush weeps all the day	C
And the Swank the Swank the naughty Swank	D
The haughty Swank holds sway	C
The most mendacious ostentatious	B
Spacious Swank holds sway	C
	-
'Tis sorrow swathed as I know full well	E
And garbed in gloom and the weeds of woe	F
And vague so far is the tale I tell	E
But bear with me for the briefest spell	E
And surely shall ye know	F
Of the land of Gosh and Tush and Splosh	A
And Stodge the Swank the foolish Swank	D
The mulish Swank of Gosh	A
The meretricious avaricious	B
Vicious Swank of Gosh	A
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Oh the tall trees bend and green trees send	G
A chuckle round the earth	H
And the soft winds croon a jeering tune	I
And the harsh winds shriek with mirth	H
And the wee small birds chirp ribald words	B
When the Swank walks down the street	J
But every Glug takes off his hat	K
And whispers humbly 'Look at that	K
Hats off Hats off to the Glug of rank	D
Sir Stodge the Swank the Lord High Swank '	-
Then the East wind roars a loud guffaw	L
And the haughty Swank says 'Haw '	-
	-
His brain is dull and his mind is dense	B
And his lack of saving wit complete	J
But most amazingly immense	B
Is his inane self confidence	B
And his innate conceit	J
But every Glug and great King Splosh	A
Bowed to Sir Stodge the fuddled Swank	D
The muddled Swank of Gosh	A
The engineering peeping peering	M
Sneering Swank of Gosh	A
	-
In Gosh sad Gosh where the Lord Swank lives	B
He holds high rank and he has much pelf	L
And all the well paid posts he gives	B
Unto his fawning relatives	B
As foolish as himself	L
In offices and courts and boards	B
Are Swanks and Swanks ten dozen Swanks	B
And cousin Swanks in hordes	B
Inept and musty dry and dusty	N
Rusty Swanks in hordes	B
	-
The clouds so soft that sail aloft	O
Weep laughing tears of rain	P
The blue sky spread high overhead	Q
Peeps thro' in mild disdain	P
All nature laughs and jeers and chaffs	B
When the Swank goes out to walk	R
But every Glug bows low his head	Q
And says in tones surcharged with dread	Q
'Bow low bow low Glugs lean Glugs fat '	-
But the North wind snatches off his hat	K
And flings it high and shrieks to see	B
His ruffled dignity	B
	-
They lurk in every Gov'ment lair	S
'Mid docket dull and dusty file	T
Solemnly squat in an easy chair	S
Penning a minute of rare hot air	S
In departmental style	T
In every office on every floor	U
Are Swanks and Swanks distracting Swanks	B
And Acting Swanks a score	U
And coldly distant sub assistant	V
Under Swanks galore	U
	-
In peaceful days when the countryside	W
Poured wealth to Gosh and the skies were blue	X
The great King Splosh no fault espied	W
And seemed entirely satisfied	W
With Swanks who muddled thro'	U
But when they fell on seasons bad	W
Oh then the Swanks the bustled Swanks	B
The hustled Swanks went mad	W
The minute writing nation blighting	R
Skiting Swanks went mad	W
	-
The tall trees sway like boys at play	C
And mock him when he grieves	B
As one by one in laughing fun	Y
They pelt him with their leaves	B
And the gay green trees joke to the breeze	B
As the Swank struts proudly by	Z
But every Glug with reverence	B
Pays homage to his pride immense	B
A homage deep to lofty rank	R
The Swank The Swank The pompous Swank	R
But the wind borne leaves await their chance	B
And round him gaily dance	B
	-
Now trouble came to the land of Gosh	A
The fear of battle and anxious days	B
And the Swanks were called to the great King Splosh	A
Who said that their system would not wash	A
And ordered other ways	B
Then the Lord High Swank stretched forth a paw	L
And penned a minute re the law	L
And the Swanks the Swanks the other Swanks	B
The brother Swanks said 'Haw '	-
These keen resourceful unremorseful	L
Forceful Swanks said 'Haw '	-
	-
Then Splosh the king in a royal rage	A2
He smote his throne as he thundered 'Bosh	A
In the whole wide land is there not one sage	A2
With a cool clear brain who'll straight engage	A2
To sweep the Swanks from Gosh '	-
But the Lord High Stodge from where he stood	W
Cried 'Barley Guard your livelihood '	-
And quick as light the teeming Swanks	B
The scheming Swanks touched wood	W
Sages plainly labour vainly	L
When the Swanks touch wood	W
	-
The stealthy cats that grace the mats	B
Before the doors of Gosh	A
Smile wide with scorn each sunny morn	B2
And as they take their wash	A
A sly grimace o'erspreads each face	B
As the Swank struts forth to court	W
But every Glug casts down his eyes	B
And mutters 'Ain't 'is 'at a size	B
For such a sight our gods we thank	R
Sir Stodge the Swank The noble Swank '	-
But the West wind tweaks his nose in sport	W
And the Swank struts into court	W
	-
Then roared the King with a rage intense	B
'Oh who can cope with their magic tricks '	-
But the Lord High Swank skipped nimbly hence	B
And hid him safe behind the fence	B
Of Regulation VI	Z
And under Section Four Eight	W
The Swanks the Swanks dim forms of Swanks	B
The swarms of Swanks lay low	L
These most tenacious perspicacious	B
Spacious Swanks lay low	L
	-
Cried the King of Gosh 'They shall not escape	C2
Am I set at naught by a crazed buffoon '	-
But in fifty fathoms of thin red tape	C2
The Lord Swank swaddled his portly shape	C2
Like a large insane cocoon	I
Then round and round and round and round	W
The Swanks the Swanks the whirling Swanks	B
The twirling Swanks they wound	W
The swathed and swaddled molly coddled	W
Swanks inanely wound	W
	-
Each insect thing that comes in Spring	R
To gladden this sad earth	H
It flits and whirls and pipes and skirls	B
It chirps in mocking mirth	H
A merry song the whole day long	R
To see the Swank abroad	W
But every Glug whoe'er he be	L
Salutes with grave humility	L
And deference to noble rank	R
The Swank the Swank the swollen Swank	R
But the South wind blows his clothes awry	Z
And flings dust in his eye	Z
	-
So trouble stayed in the land of Gosh	A
And the futile Glugs could only gape	C2
While the Lord High Swank still ruled King Splosh	A
With laws of blither and rules of bosh	A
From out his lair of tape	C2
And in cocoons that mocked the Glug	R
The Swanks the Swanks the under Swanks	B
The dunder Swanks lay snug	R
These most politic parasitic	R
Critic Swanks lay snug	R
	-
Then mourn with me for a luckless land	W
Oh weep with me for the slaves of tape	C2
Where the Lord High Swank still held command	W
And wrote new rules in a fair round hand	W
And the Glugs saw no escape	C2
Where tape entwined all Gluggish things	B
And the Swank the Swank the grievous Swank	R
The devious Swank pulled strings	B
The perspicacious contumacious	B
Swank held all the strings	B
	-
The blooms that grow and in a row	L
Peep o'er each garden fence	B
They nod and smile to note his style	L
Of ponderous pretence	B
Each roving bee has fits of glee	L
When the Swank goes by that way	C
But every Glug he makes his bow	D2
And says 'Just watch him Watch him now	D2
He must have thousands in the bank	R
The Swank The Swank The holy Swank '	-
But the wild winds snatch his kerchief out	W
And buffet him about	W