War Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDD EAE FF GAGHH IJIJK HLHLMM NO OPP QEQEA MRMRS QQQQA RRRRQ RRRRT QQQQR UVUVAA UWU RX U UQA| 'E sez to me 'Wot's orl this flamin' war | A |
| The papers torks uv nothin' else but scraps | B |
| An'wot's ole England got snake 'eaded for | A |
| An' wot's the strength uv callin' out our chaps ' | C |
| 'E sez to me 'Struth Don't she rule the sea | D |
| Wot does she want wiv us ' 'e sez to me | D |
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| Ole Ginger Mick is loadin' up 'is truck | E |
| One mornin' in the markit feelin' sore | A |
| 'E sez to me 'Well mate I've done me luck | E |
| An' Rose is arstin' 'Wot about this war ' | - |
| I'm gone a tenner at the two up school | F |
| The game is crook an' Rose is turnin' cool | F |
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| 'E sez to me ''Ow is it fer a beer ' | - |
| I tips 'im 'ow I've told me wife Doreen | G |
| That when I comes down to the markit 'ere | A |
| I dodges pubs an' chucks the tipple clean | G |
| Wiv 'er an' kid alone up on the farm | H |
| She's full uv fancies that I'll come to 'arm | H |
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| ''Enpecked ' 'e sez An' then 'Ar I dunno | I |
| I wouldn't mind if I wus in yer place | J |
| I've 'arf a mind to give cold tea a go | I |
| It's no game pourin' snake juice in yer face | J |
| But lad I 'ave to wiv the thirst I got | K |
| I'm goin' over now to stop a pot ' | - |
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| 'E goes acrost to find a pint a 'ome | H |
| An' meets a pal an' keeps another down | L |
| Ten minutes later when 'e starts to roam | H |
| Back to the markit wiv an ugly frown | L |
| 'E spags a soljer bloke 'oo's passin' by | M |
| An' sez 'e'd like to dot 'im in the eye | M |
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| 'Your sort ' sez Mick 'don't know yer silly mind | N |
| They lead yeh like a sheep it's time yeh woke | O |
| The 'eads is makin' piles out uv your kind ' | - |
| 'Aw git yer 'ead read ' sez the soljer bloke | O |
| 'Struth 'e wus willin' wus that Kharki' chap | P |
| I 'ad me work cut out to stop a scrap | P |
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| An 'as the soljer fades acrost the street | Q |
| Mick strikes a light an' sits down on 'is truck | E |
| An' chews 'is fag a sign 'is nerve is beat | Q |
| An' swears a bit an' sez 'e's done is luck | E |
| 'E grouches there ten minutes maybe more | A |
| Then sez quite sudden 'Blarst the flamin'war ' | - |
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| Jist then a motor car goes glidin' by | M |
| Wiv two fat toffs be'ind two fat cigars | R |
| Mick twigs 'em frum the corner uv 'is eye | M |
| 'I 'ope ' 'e sez 'the 'Uns don't git my cars | R |
| Me di'mons too don't let me sleep a wink | S |
| Ar 'Struth I'd fight fer that sort I don't think ' | - |
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| 'E sits there while I 'arness up me prad | Q |
| Chewin' 'is gag an' starin' at the ground | Q |
| I tumbles that 'e's got the joes reel bad | Q |
| An' don't say nothin' till 'e comes around | Q |
| 'E sez 'is luck's a nark an' swears some more | A |
| An' then 'Wot is the strength uv this 'ere war ' | - |
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| I tells 'im wot I read about the 'Uns | R |
| An' wot they done in Beljum an' in France | R |
| Wiv drivin' Janes an' kids before their guns | R |
| An' never givin' blokes a stray dawg's chance | R |
| An' 'ow they thing they got the whole world beat | Q |
| Sez 'e 'I'll crack the first Ducth cow I meet ' | - |
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| Mick listen while I tell 'im 'ow they starts | R |
| Be burnin' pore coves 'omes an' killin' kids | R |
| An' comin' it reel crook wiv decent tarts | R |
| An' fightin' foul as orl the rules forbids | R |
| Leavin' a string uv stiff uns in their track | T |
| Sez Mick 'The dirt cows They wants a crack ' | - |
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| 'E chews it over soid fer a bit | Q |
| Workin' 'is copper top a double shift | Q |
| I don't need specs to see that 'e wus 'it | Q |
| be somethin' more than Rosie's little rift | Q |
| 'If they'd done that ' 'e sez 'out 'ere Ar rats | R |
| Why don't ole Eng and belt 'em in the slats ' | - |
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| Then Mick gits up an' starts another fag | U |
| 'Ar well ' 'e sez 'it's no affair uv mine | V |
| If I don't work they'd pinch me on the vag | U |
| But I'm not keen to fight so toffs kin dine | V |
| On pickled olives Blarst the flamin' war | A |
| I ain't got nothin' worth the fightin' for | A |
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| 'So long ' 'e sez 'I got ter trade me stock | U |
| An' when yeh 'ear I've took a soljer's job | W |
| I gave yeh leave to say I've done me block | U |
| An' got a flock uv weevils in me knob ' | - |
| An' then orf 'anded like 'e arsts me 'Say | R |
| Wot are they slingin' soljers fer their pay | X |
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| I tells 'im an' 'e sez to me 'So long | U |
| Some day this rabbit trade will git me beat ' | - |
| An' Ginger Mick shoves thro' the markit throng | U |
| An' gits 'is barrer out into the street | Q |
| An' as 'e goes I 'ears 'is gentle roar | A |
| 'Rabbee Wile Rabbee Blarst the flamin' war ' | - |
Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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