The Lost Purse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC BBDDCC EEFFCC GGHHCC IID CC| I remember the excitement and the terrible alarm | A |
| That worried everybody when William broke his arm | A |
| An' how frantic Pa and Ma got only jes' the other day | B |
| When they couldn't find the baby coz he'd up an' walked away | B |
| But I'm sure there's no excitement that our house has ever shook | C |
| Like the times Ma can't remember where she's put her pocketbook | C |
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| When the laundry man is standin' at the door an' wants his pay | B |
| Ma hurries in to get it an' the fun starts right away | B |
| She hustles to the sideboard coz she knows exactly where | D |
| She can put her hand right on it but alas it isn't there | D |
| She tries the parlor table an' she goes upstairs to look | C |
| An' once more she can't remember where she put her pocketbook | C |
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| She tells us that she had it just a half an hour ago | E |
| An' now she cannot find it though she's hunted high and low | E |
| She's searched the kitchen cupboard an' the bureau drawers upstairs | F |
| An' it's not behind the sofa nor beneath the parlor chairs | F |
| She makes us kids get busy searching every little nook | C |
| An' this time says she's certain that she's lost her pocketbook | C |
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| She calls Pa at the office an' he laughs I guess for then | G |
| She always mumbles something 'bout the heartlessness of men | G |
| She calls to mind a peddler who came to the kitchen door | H |
| An' she's certain from his whiskers an' the shabby clothes he wore | H |
| An' his dirty shirt an' collar that he must have been a crook | C |
| An' she's positive that feller came and got her pocketbook | C |
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| But at last she allus finds it in some queer an' funny spot | I |
| Where she'd put it in a hurry an' had somehow clean forgot | I |
| An' she heaves a sigh of gladness an' she says 'Well I declare | D |
| I would take an oath this minute that I never put it there ' | - |
| An' we're peaceable an' quiet till next time Ma goes to look | C |
| An' finds she can't remember where she put her pocketbook | C |
Edgar Albert Guest
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