The Epicure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGDGD BHBHBD D| I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wine | A |
| His silverware I've handled | B |
| I've placed these battered legs of mine | A |
| 'Neath tables gayly candled | B |
| I dine on rare and costly fare | C |
| Whene'er good fortune lets me | D |
| But there's no meal that can compare | C |
| With those the missus gets me | D |
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| I've had your steaks three inches thick | E |
| With all your Sam Ward trimming | F |
| I've had the breast of milk fed chick | E |
| In luscious gravy swimming | F |
| To dine in swell cafe or club | G |
| But irritates and frets me | D |
| Give me the plain and wholesome grub | G |
| The grub the missus gets me | D |
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| Two kiddies smiling at the board | B |
| The cook right at the table | H |
| The four of us a hungry horde | B |
| To beat that none is able | H |
| A big meat pie with flaky crust | B |
| 'Tis then that joy besets me | D |
| Oh I could eat until I 'bust ' | - |
| Those meals the missus gets me | D |
Edgar Albert Guest
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