The Disgrace Of Poverty Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEEE FGEGHIG DJAJKLML HNONJPEP| The lady what comes up to our house t' wash | A |
| Is awfully poor an' she's got | B |
| Three babies t' care for an' that's why she works | C |
| An' that's why she worries a lot | B |
| An' Ma says her husband don't help her at all | D |
| An' Pa says it's plainly a case | E |
| Where we should be kind t' the woman becoz | E |
| Real poverty ain't no disgrace | E |
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| An' yesterday mornin' I went down t' her | F |
| An' told her what my Pa had said | G |
| An' she started t' cry an' she dried off her hands | E |
| An' stooped down an' patted my head | G |
| Then I ast if her husband worked hard like my Pa | H |
| Or couldn't he get work t' do | I |
| Then she wiped off her tears an' smiled as she said | G |
| 'What a queer little fellow are you ' | - |
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| Then she told me her husband was no good at all | D |
| But jes' loafs around all the day | J |
| An' that's why she comes up t' our house t' wash | A |
| So's she can get money t' pay | J |
| For stockin's an' things for her children t' wear | K |
| An' buy 'em the food that they eat | L |
| Coz if she didn't do it the landlord would come | M |
| An' turn 'em all into the street | L |
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| An' her husband ain't sick He's as strong as my Pa | H |
| An' I told her that I'd be ashamed | N |
| If I was so poor not t' get out an' work | O |
| Unless I was crippled an' lamed | N |
| Then she kissed me an' told me t' run out an' play | J |
| But I'm thinkin' as hard as I can | P |
| That sometimes it happens that poverty is | E |
| An awful disgrace to a man | P |
Edgar Albert Guest
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