A Real Thriller Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEE FFGGDDHHEE IJKKLLMME| We were speakin' of excitement an' the hair upliftin' thrills | A |
| That sorter dot life's landscape like the bill board ads for pills | A |
| An' one feller spoke of bein' in a railroad wreck or two | B |
| An' another one of skatin' on some ice that let him through | B |
| Then a meek faced little brother in the smoker's corner said | C |
| 'I'll admit you folks have suffered temporary fear 'an dread | C |
| But tell me have you ever ridden sixteen miles at night | D |
| In a livery stable cutter when the snow was deep an' white | D |
| An' discovered when attracted by the lash's singin' cuts | E |
| That the driver's full of whisky an' the road is full of ruts | E |
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| 'Don't talk to me of terror 'less you've ridden in a sleigh | F |
| Through a strange an' barren country jus' before the break o' day | F |
| When it's blacker than your derby an' you're shiverin' with cold | G |
| An' the fear that in a minute down a chasm you'll be rolled | G |
| I would volplane in a biplane though I'm not a Wilbur Wright | D |
| I would join the crazy Frenchman in his somersaulting flight | D |
| I would even scoff at Villa or some other Greaser thug | H |
| An' not worry that my body soon would stop a leaden slug | H |
| But I'd pass up midnight riding where a deep ravine abuts | E |
| When the driver's full of whisky an' the road is full of ruts | E |
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| 'I never for one minute doubt that there's a Providence | I |
| A wiser power above us something more than mortal sense | J |
| A wisdom that is deeper than the wisdom man has shown | K |
| A mercy that is sweeter than we selfish mortals own | K |
| That there is a God in Heaven is as sure as sure can be | L |
| An' each day that I am living certain proof of it I see | L |
| If we'd have it manifested there's no need to go to schools | M |
| Or to scholars or the sages we may learn it from the fools | M |
| One must really be watched over by an eye that never shuts | E |
| When the driver's full of whisky and the road is full of ruts ' | - |
Edgar Albert Guest
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