The Epicure Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGDGD BHBHBD D

I've sipped a rich man's sparkling wineA
His silverware I've handledB
I've placed these battered legs of mineA
'Neath tables gayly candledB
I dine on rare and costly fareC
Whene'er good fortune lets meD
But there's no meal that can compareC
With those the missus gets meD
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I've had your steaks three inches thickE
With all your Sam Ward trimmingF
I've had the breast of milk fed chickE
In luscious gravy swimmingF
To dine in swell cafe or clubG
But irritates and frets meD
Give me the plain and wholesome grubG
The grub the missus gets meD
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Two kiddies smiling at the boardB
The cook right at the tableH
The four of us a hungry hordeB
To beat that none is ableH
A big meat pie with flaky crustB
'Tis then that joy besets meD
Oh I could eat until I 'bust '-
Those meals the missus gets meD

Edgar Albert Guest



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