A Poor Joke Poem Rhyme Scheme

Recent Interactions*

This poem was read 28 times,

This poem was added to the favorite list by 0 members,

This poem was voted by 0 members.

(* Interactions only in the last 7 days)

New Poems

A Simple Gift Of Clarity
by Michael Mcguire
Ring Of Fire
by N. Khanyile
A Disturbing Dream
by Marlon Pitter
Crab Lice
by Marlon Pitter
Biography Of The Anonymous
by Gilbert Sordebabari
Lost In Search Of A Saved Child
by Michael Mcguire
Dark Lens
by Gilbert Sordebabari
The Ship
by Pieter Sanders
Rose Bush
by Aubrie J Chellman
Between Condemning Bad Acts And Doing Bad Things, Which One Is Worse?
by Marlon Pitter

Popular Poets

1. Emily Dickinson(2415 poems)
2. Madison Julius Cawein(1231 poems)
3. Ella Wheeler Wilcox(1136 poems)
4. William Wordsworth(1016 poems)
5. Robert Burns(986 poems)
6. Edgar Albert Guest(945 poems)
7. Thomas Moore(849 poems)
8. Robert Service(831 poems)

'No you can't count me in boys I'm off it	A
I'm jack of them practical jokes	B
They give neither pleasure nor profit	C
And the fellers that plays them are mokes	B
I've got sense though I once was a duffer	D
And I fooled up my share I allow	E
But since conscience has made me to suffer	D
She's pegging away at me now	E
	-
You notice I've aged rather early	F
And the wrinkles are deep on my face	G
That's sorrer I'm sixty nine barely	F
Jes' camp and I'll tell you my case	G
It was here on The Springs we had hit it	A
And we working the lead on this spot	H
And we were to my shame I admit it	A
A rather unprincipled lot	H
	-
'We were drunk all the day on the Sundays	I
No wickeder habit exists	J
And our exercise mostly on Mondays	K
Was feats of endurance with fists	J
See the wash wasn't what we'd call wealthy	F
Ten pennyweight stuff thereabout	H
And we took matters easy and healthy	F
Now we'd rush for the same I've no doubt	H
	-
'Well one morning from over the border	D
Two Mongols moved inter the camp	L
Which we voted a thing out of order	D
The climate for Chows was too damp	L
But it happened a couple of troopers	M
Arrived on The Springs that same week	N
So the Chinks in their opium stupors	M
Didn't wander down inter the creek	N
	-
'Or get drowned in the dam at The Crescent	H
As we reckoned might happen somehow	E
But they settled down easy and pleasant	H
And there wasn't the smell of a row	O
Howsomever we weren't long twigging	N
The Chows were an ignerent pair	P
And knew nothin' at all about digging	N
And that was our chance to get square	P
	-
'It was 'cording to Bastow's directions	M
Though I volunteered for the game	Q
To ensnare their Mongolian affections	M
And lay them right on to a claim	Q
Round the bend where we'd bottomed a duffer	D
Myself and Pat Foley right there	P
Where the sinking is deep and is tougher	D
Than the hobs of Gehenna I swear	P
	-
'That shaft was a regular clinker	P
Which it riles me to think of to day	H
Quite a fortnight it took us to sink her	P
And then we came through on the clay	H
Not the ghost of a handful of gravel	R
Well we dropped it without any fuss	M
On the hill pegged the best we could snavel	R
And the devil could prospect for us	M
	-
'But the Pagans were not a bit wiser	P
And I counted it pretty fair game	Q
To appear as their friend and adviser	P
And induce them to take up that claim	Q
By a cracking the lay and position	S
So's to get them to sink on the clay	R
Till they struck a hot shop in Perdition	S
Or tapped water in Europe some day	R
	-
'But the heathens were mighty suspicious	M
Wouldn't have it I cared for their sakes	M
Here I state that all Chinkies are vicious	M
And I hate them like fever and snakes	M
Then I tried a new system of dealing	N
And offered advice at a fee	F
And they caught on like winking Fine feeling	N
Is wasted on any Chinee	S
	-
'So they pegged out our cast off the duffer	P
Their rights they had made out exact	H
And Ah Kit who was boss wouldn't suffer	P
Any little neglect of the Act	H
And I put in their pegs to a fraction	S
As grave as a brick on a hob	T
Rigged up things to their full satisfaction	S
And charged them five quid for the job	T
	-
Well the heathens soon set their picks going	N
And they seemed rather fond of the graft	H
Though the boys had had trouble in stowing	N
A heap of dead things in the shaft	H
And we chuckled and thought we had got 'em	U
I knew I could tickle the pair	P
To keep sinking on inter the bottom	U
For gravel that never was there	P
	-
'Next night a most harrowing rumour	P
Went round and the camp was half daft	H
It was said that a nugget a boomer	P
Had been found by the Chows in our shaft	H
'Point of fact that the Pagans had struck it	H
Had knocked down a sample of wash	V
That looked good for a pound to the bucket	H
And our joke had gone hopelessly squash	V
	-
'It was c'rect boys by all that is holy	F
We'd struck a false bottom no doubt	H
And the fortune of self and of Foley	F
Was scooped by Ah Kit and Ah Gout	H
We resolved that these Chinese were sapping	N
The wealth of the land and agreed	H
On a project for catching them napping	N
When the troopers rode on to the lead	H
	-
Yes we scrambled for claims all around 'em	U
And we made the foam fly for a week	N
But the Chows had the gilt edge Confound 'em	U
They'd lobbed right on top of the streak	N
No your joke boys I reckon is risky	F
And somewhat ridic'lus I think	N
But I'm with you for friendship and whiskey	F
If one of you orders the drink '	-

Edward Dyson

A Poor Joke Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

About A Poor Joke

Write your comment about A Poor Joke poem by Edward Dyson

Recent Interactions*

New Poems

Popular Poets