Toolangi Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBB CDED FGHG IJKJ CCBC LJKJ MNON IPAP QRQR BSBS BJBJ LTBT IJB| He was obviously English in his Harris tweeds and stockings | A |
| And his accent was of Oxford and his swagger and his style | B |
| Seemed to hint at halls baronial He despised the 'demned Colonial' | B |
| But he praised the things of England with a large and toothful smile | B |
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| He'd discourse for hours together on old England's splendid weather | C |
| On her flowers and fruits and fashions and her wild fowl and her game | D |
| At all Austral things he snorted pinned his faith to the imported | E |
| And he said the land was rotten But he stayed here just the same | D |
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| Why he came or why he lingered he was never keen to mention | F |
| But he hinted at connections 'mid old England's nobly grand | G |
| Seems he drew a vague remittance some folk said a meagre pittance | H |
| And he sought to supplement it by a venture on the land | G |
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| So he journeyed to Toolangi where the mountain ash yearns skyward | I |
| And the messmate and the blue gum grow to quite abnormal size | J |
| 'Spite the 'stately homes' he vaunted 'twas the simple life he wanted | K |
| And he got it good and plenty at Toolangi on the rise | J |
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| It appears he had a notion that his 'breeding' and his 'culture' | C |
| Would assure him some position as a sort of country squire | C |
| And he built a little chalet in a pretty fern clad valley | B |
| And prepared to squire it nobly in imported farm attire | C |
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| But the 'breeding' is in bullocks that they prize upon Toolangi | L |
| Where the forelock touching habit hasn't grown to any size | J |
| And he found as on he plodded and the natives curtly nodded | K |
| That their 'culture's' agriculture at Toolangi on the rise | J |
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| First he started poultry farming as a mild genteel employment | M |
| For the business promised profit and the labor wasn't hard | N |
| But he wondered what the dickens was becoming of his chickens | O |
| Till he found some English foxes prowling round his poultry yard | N |
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| So he cursed at things Australian and invested in an orchard | I |
| That adjoined his little holding and foresaw a life of ease | P |
| But a flock of English starlings pretty 'harmless' little darlings | A |
| Ate his apples and his peaches as they ripened on the trees | P |
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| Once again he cursed the country and fell back on cabbage growing | Q |
| He had heard of fortunes gathered while the price was at the top | R |
| So he started quite forgetting to erect the needful netting | Q |
| And some cheerful English rabbits finished off his cabbage crop | R |
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| Then his language grew tremendous and he cursed at all the country | B |
| Cursed its flora and its fauna north and south from coast to coast | S |
| Sat and cursed for hours together at the 'demned colonial weather' | B |
| Till an English snow storm bit him just as he was cursing most | S |
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| When the snow falls on Toolangi wise folk look to beam and rafter | B |
| For the fall is ofttimes heavy as upon the roof it lies | J |
| And it crushed the dainty chalet nestling in the pretty valley | B |
| In the little fern clad valley at Toolangi on the rise | J |
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| He was cursing yet and loudly as he crawled from out the wreckage | L |
| Cursing as he packed his baggage and departed for his club | T |
| For his club down in the city Vulgar folk it seems a pity | B |
| Hinted meanly that his club house was a little back street pub | T |
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| Now away in far Toolangi where the mountain peaks yearn skyward | I |
| Folk will dropp the dexter eyelid and the case epitomise | J |
| 'Yes 'the Duke' has gone for ever British pests are far too clever | B |
| And the English climate crushed him at Toolangi on the rise ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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