The Front Seat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHDDII JJKKLMFFKKAA| When I was but a little lad I always liked to ride | A |
| No matter what the rig we had right by the driver's side | A |
| The front seat was the honor place in bob sleigh coach or hack | B |
| And I manoeuvred to avoid the cushions in the back | B |
| We children used to scramble then to share the driver's seat | C |
| And long the pout I wore when I was not allowed that treat | C |
| Though times have changed and I am old I still confess I race | D |
| With other grown ups now and then to get my favorite place | D |
| The auto with its cushions fine and big and easy springs | E |
| Has altered in our daily lives innumerable things | E |
| But hearts of men are still the same as what they used to be | F |
| When surreys were the stylish rigs or so they seem to me | F |
| For every grown up girl to day and every grown up boy | G |
| Still hungers for the seat in front and scrambles for its joy | G |
| And riding by the driver's side still holds the charm it did | H |
| In those glad youthful days gone by when I was just a kid | H |
| I hurry as I used to do to claim that favorite place | D |
| And when a tonneau seat is mine I wear a solemn face | D |
| I try to hide the pout I feel and do my best to smile | I |
| But envy of the man in front gnaws at me all the while | I |
| I want to be where I can see the road that lies ahead | J |
| To watch the trees go flying by and see the country spread | J |
| Before me as we spin along for there I miss the fear | K |
| That seems to grip the soul of me while riding in the rear | K |
| And I am not alone in this To day I drive a car | L |
| And three glad youngsters madly strive to share the 'seat with Pa ' | M |
| And older folks that ride with us I very plainly see | F |
| Manoeuvre in their artful ways to sit in front with me | F |
| Though all the cushions in the world were piled up in the rear | K |
| The child in all of us still longs to watch the engineer | K |
| And happier hearts we seem to own when we're allowed to ride | A |
| No matter what the car may be close by the driver's side | A |
Edgar Albert Guest
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