Saturday's Child Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACACDEDEEFGFHIHI| Some are teethed on a silver spoon | A |
| With the stars strung for a rattle | B |
| I cut my teeth as the black racoon | A |
| For implements of battle | B |
| Some are swaddled in silk and down | A |
| And heralded by a star | C |
| They swathed my limbs in a sackcloth gown | A |
| On a night that was black as tar | C |
| For some godfather and goddame | D |
| The opulent fairies be | E |
| Dame Poverty gave me my name | D |
| And Pain godfathered me | E |
| For I was born on Saturday | E |
| Bad time for planting a seed | F |
| Was all my father had to say | G |
| And One mouth more to feed | F |
| Death cut the strings that gave me life | H |
| And handed me to Sorrow | I |
| The only kind of middle wife | H |
| My folks could beg or borrow | I |
Countee Cullen
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