Sausage Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEECCFFGGCCHH FFCCFFDDCC| ay | A |
| Your crisp delightful shavings and your stack of last year's hay | A |
| Your toasted flakes of rye and corn that fairly swim in cream | B |
| Or rave about a sawdust mash an epicurean dream | B |
| But none of these appeals to me though all of them I've tried | C |
| The breakfast that I liked the best was sausage mother fried | C |
| Old country sausage was its name the kind of course you know | D |
| The little links that seemed to be almost as white as snow | D |
| But turned unto a ruddy brown while sizzling in the pan | E |
| Oh they were made both to appease and charm the inner man | E |
| All these new fangled dishes make me blush and turn aside | C |
| When I think about the sausage that for breakfast mother fried | C |
| When they roused me from my slumbers and I left to do the chores | F |
| It wasn't long before I breathed a fragrance out of doors | F |
| That seemed to grip my spirit and to thrill my body through | G |
| For the spice of hunger tingled and 'twas then I plainly knew | G |
| That the gnawing at my stomach would be quickly satisfied | C |
| By a plate of country sausage that my dear old mother fried | C |
| There upon the kitchen table with its cloth of turkey red | H |
| Was a platter heaped with sausage and a plate of home made bread | H |
| And a cup of coffee waiting not a puny demitasse | F |
| That can scarcely hold a mouthful but a cup of greater class | F |
| And I fell to eating largely for I could not be denied | C |
| Oh I'm sure a king would relish the sausage mother fried | C |
| Times have changed and so have breakfasts now each morning when I see | F |
| A dish of shredded something or of flakes passed up to me | F |
| All my thoughts go back to boyhood to the days of long ago | D |
| When the morning meal meant something more than vain and idle show | D |
| And I hunger Oh I hunger in a way I cannot hide | C |
| For a plate of steaming sausage like the kind my mother fried | C |
Edgar Albert Guest
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