A Convalescin' Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGG HHI EEJJ KKLLMMNN| A convalescin' woman does the strangest sort o' things | A |
| An' it's wonderful the courage that a little new strength brings | A |
| O it's never safe to leave her for an hour or two alone | B |
| Or you'll find th' doctor's good work has been quickly overthrown | B |
| There's that wife o' mine I reckon she's a sample of 'em all | C |
| She's been mighty sick I tell you an' to day can scarcely crawl | C |
| But I left her jes' this mornin' while I fought potater bugs | D |
| An' I got back home an' caught her in the back yard shakin' rugs | D |
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| I ain't often cross with Nellie an' I let her have her way | E |
| But it made me mad as thunder when I got back home to day | E |
| An' found her doin' labor that'd tax a big man's strength | F |
| An' I guess I lost my temper for I scolded her at length | F |
| 'Til I seen her teardrops fallin' an' she said 'I couldn't stand | G |
| To see those rugs so dirty so I took 'em all in hand | G |
| An' it ain't hurt me nuther see I'm gettin' strong again ' | - |
| An' I said 'Doggone it can't ye leave sich work as that fer men ' | - |
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| Once I had her in a hospittle fer weeks an' weeks an' weeks | H |
| An' she wasted most to nothin' an' th' roses left her cheeks | H |
| An' one night I feared I'd lose her 'twas the turnin' point I guess | I |
| Coz th' next day I remember that th' doctor said 'Success ' | - |
| Well I brought her home an' told her that for two months she must stay | E |
| A sittin' in her rocker an' jes' watch th' kids at play | E |
| An' th' first week she was patient but I mind the way I swore | J |
| On th' day when I discovered 'at she'd scrubbed th' kitchen floor | J |
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| O you can't keep wimmin quiet an' they ain't a bit like men | K |
| They're hungerin' every minute jes' to get to work again | K |
| An' you've got to watch 'em allus when you know they're weak an' ill | L |
| Coz th' minute that yer back is turned they'll labor fit to kill | L |
| Th' house ain't cleaned to suit 'em an' they seem to fret an' fume | M |
| 'Less they're busy doin' somethin' with a mop or else a broom | M |
| An' it ain't no use to scold 'em an' it ain't no use to swear | N |
| Coz th' next time they will do it jes' the minute you ain't there | N |
Edgar Albert Guest
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