Peace, Blessed Peace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAACDCCD DDDDEFEEG DHDHADAAD IAIADADDA DADAJKJJK LLLLEMEEM NCNCNANNAHere in the flamin' thick of thick of things | A |
With Death across the way 'n' traps | B |
What little Fritz the German flings | A |
Explodin' in yer lunch pe'aps | A |
It ain't all glory for a bloke' | C |
It ain't all corfee 'ot and stoo | D |
Nor wavin' banners in the smoke | C |
Or practisin' the bay'net stroke | C |
We has our little troubles too | D |
- | |
Here's Trigger Ribb bin seein' red | D |
'N' raisin' Cain because he had | D |
Back in the caverns iv his 'ead | D |
A 'oller tooth run ravin' mad | D |
Pore Trigger up 'n' down the trench | E |
Was jiggin' like a blithered loan | F |
'N' every time she give a wrench | E |
You orter seen the beggar blench | E |
You orter 'eard him play a toon | G |
- | |
The sullen shells was pawin' blind | D |
A feelin' for us grim as sin | H |
While now 'n' then we'd likely find | D |
A dizzy bomb come limpin' in | H |
But Trigger simply let 'er sizz | A |
He 'ardly begged to be excused | D |
This was no damn concern of his | A |
He twined a muffler round his phiz | A |
'N' fearful was the words he used | D |
- | |
Lest we be getting' cock a whoop | I |
Ole 'Ans tries out his box of tricks | A |
His bullets all around the coop | I |
Is peckin' like a million chicks | A |
But Trigger when they barks his snout | D |
Don't sniff at it He won't confess | A |
They're on the earth ignores the clout | D |
'N' makes the same old sung about | D |
His brimmin' mug of bitterness | A |
- | |
They raided us there in the mud | D |
One day afore the dead sun rose | A |
Me oath the mess of stuff and blood | D |
Would give a slaughterman the joes | A |
And when the scrap is past and done | J |
Where's Trigger Ribb The noble youth | K |
Has got his bay'net in a Hun | J |
While down his cheeks the salt tears run | J |
Sez he to me Gorbli' this tooth | K |
- | |
A shell hoist Trigger in a tree | L |
We found him motherin' his jor | L |
If this ache's goin' on sez he | L |
So 'elp me it'll spoil the war | L |
Five collared Trigger on his perch | E |
They wired his molar to a bough | M |
Then give the anguished one a lurch | E |
'N' down he pitches From that birch | E |
His riddled tooth is hangin' now | M |
- | |
This afternoon it's merry 'ell | N |
Grenades is comin' by the peck | C |
A big gun times us true 'n well | N |
And oh we gets it in the neck | C |
They lick out flames hat reach a mile | N |
The drip of lead will never cease | A |
But Trigger's pottin' all the while | N |
He sports a fond 'n' foolish smile | N |
Thank Gord he sez a bit of peace | A |
Edward Dyson
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Peace, Blessed Peace poem by Edward Dyson
Best Poems of Edward Dyson