The Value Of A Telephone Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCD EEFFGG HHIIJ KKL MM IINNOO PPQQR| sband said that Ma and me were wanted right away | A |
| An' so though it was after an' bitter cold outside | B |
| We hustled out of bed an' dressed an' took a trolley ride | B |
| An' Jim that is her husband met us with a gracious bow | C |
| An' said to me as we stepped in 'Well you're a grandpa now ' | D |
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| An' Ma went flyin' up the stairs an' Jim an' I stayed down | E |
| An' talked about the great event Jim in his dressin' gown | E |
| As comfortable as you please An' then he sorter smiled | F |
| An' said 'An hour or two ago I thought that I'd go wild | F |
| The stork was hoverin' above an' I was all alone | G |
| I'll tell you Dad I burned the wires of that old telephone | G |
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| 'I telephoned the doctor an' I telephoned the nurse | H |
| An' I'm sure the sort of service that I got could not be worse | H |
| I telephoned the druggist an' I 'phoned the neighbors too | I |
| An' then when I was through with them I telephoned to you | I |
| Each minute seemed an hour to me I thought they'd never come | J |
| You bet I was a busy boy I made the old wires hum ' | - |
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| An' then I laughed an' said to him 'Why when your wife was born | K |
| We didn't have a telephone the neighbors 'round to warn | K |
| They got me out of bed at a m an' said to me | L |
| 'You'd better get the doctor now an' get him here at ' | - |
| I had to run four miles that night to bang upon his door | M |
| An' then to get the nurse I had to hike about two more | M |
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| 'That isn't all the hikin' that the women made me do | I |
| I had to get her mother's folks the same as she made you | I |
| There were no trolley cars back then at least that late at night | N |
| I ran four stitches in my side and finished ten pounds light | N |
| I walked an' did a double trot a gallop and a pace | O |
| An' I didn't even stop to wipe the sweat beads from my face | O |
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| 'An' here you're in your dressin' gown an' sittin' by the fire | P |
| An' everybody's on the job all summoned by the wire | P |
| You haven't even left your house or felt the winter's Chill | Q |
| Just think my boy without a 'phone why you'd be running still | Q |
| You'd still be hiking somewhere an' wearing out your shoes | R |
| An' pausin' for your second wind that's how I spread the news ' | - |
Edgar Albert Guest
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