The Emu Of Whroo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFF GHG CICICC FJFJDKDKLL MNMNOCPCQQ CJCJCCCCRS CTCTCUCUNN VVVVVWVWXX YZYZA2CA2CVV VB2VB2C2VD2VE2E2 VVVVA2VA2VF2G2 VH2VH2A2I2A2I2A2A2| We've a tale to tell you of a spavined emit | A |
| A bird with a smile like a crack in a hat | B |
| Who was owned by M'Cue of the township of Whroo | C |
| The county of Rodney his front name was Pat | B |
| The bird was a dandy although a bit bandy | D |
| Her knees too were queer and her neck out of gauge | E |
| She'd eat what was handy from crowbars to candy | D |
| Was tall too and tough for a chick of her age | E |
| But her taste and her height and her figure and smile | F |
| Were the smallest potatoes compared with her guile | F |
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| M'Cue's bird had a name Arabella that same | G |
| A name that was given by Pat we may say | H |
| To the memory and fame of a red headed flame | G |
| Because as he said 'she wuz builded that way ' | - |
| The bird Arabella let nothing compel her | C |
| Her temper was bad when disturbed as a rule | I |
| She'd rupture the smeller of any young 'feller' | C |
| Who teased with a kick that would honor a mule | I |
| And the boys and the girls who were then living near | C |
| Were all minus an eye those with luck had one ear | C |
| - | |
| The emu with her smile would the new chum beguile | F |
| To step up and study the great gawky bird | J |
| And then let out in style and she'd hoist him a mile | F |
| The sound of his wailing would never be heard | J |
| At which she'd look stately and mild and sedately | D |
| And seem to be steeped in some deep inward woe | K |
| Or wondering greatly what happened there lately | D |
| That people found need to go tearing round so | K |
| P M'Cue overlooked his long bird's little craze | L |
| He declared it was only her emusing ways | L |
| - | |
| Is it strange that in time these outrages should prime | M |
| The neighbours with ire and profanity dread | N |
| And at every crime with good reason and rhyme | M |
| They'd bombard the bird with old iron and lead | N |
| Their weapons would whistle by Bella and hiss ill | O |
| The bird only smiled as they yearned for her gore | C |
| They wasted their gristle she ate up each missile | P |
| And placidly looked on and waited for more | C |
| Her digestion not stones nor old nails could upset | Q |
| So it's strange that the men disagreed with the pet | Q |
| - | |
| The late Mr M'Cue of the township of Whroo | C |
| Would hear no complaints of his biped absurd | J |
| And with little ado put the biggest man through | C |
| Who'd lay 'e'er a finger on Bella the bird | J |
| If father or teacher came flaunting a feature | C |
| Removed from a boy say an eyelid or ear | C |
| He sooled on the preacher his feathery creature | C |
| Or offered to fight him for money or beer | C |
| And to shoot at this bird was but labour in vain | R |
| She digested their slugs and she faced them again | S |
| - | |
| But M'Cue for his care and and anxiety rare | C |
| Got meagre rewards from his camel shanked fowl | T |
| For when on a tear she'd uproot his back hair | C |
| And peck at his ear and snatch scraps off his jowl | T |
| A kick from the shoulder a shock like a boulder | C |
| That weighed half a ton being twisted in quick | U |
| And Patrick was older and very near cold ere | C |
| The time he recovered that feathered mule's kick | U |
| At the worst he but sighed and regretfully said | N |
| It reminded him so of his wife who was dead | N |
| - | |
| But the time came at last when anxiety cast | V |
| Its spell o'er the bird she grew dull and deprest | V |
| She felt glum and she passed to hysterics as fast | V |
| All day she sought round in sore mental unrest | V |
| She acted like moody hysterical Judy | V |
| When Punch is inspired for a villainous lark | W |
| But Paddy was shrewd he could see she was broody | V |
| And yearned in the chick rearing biz to embark | W |
| The momentous importance and stress of her case | X |
| Were quite plain in her actions and seen in her face | X |
| - | |
| She tried sitting on stones and on brickbats and bones | Y |
| But moped all the time and supped grief to the dregs | Z |
| There was nothing in cones and in harrowing tones | Y |
| She spoke her great yearning to cultivate eggs | Z |
| One morning day dreaming all glossy and gleaming | A2 |
| She saw the bald head of the neighbour next door | C |
| Its round egg like seeming set Bell wildly scheming | A2 |
| To sit on that skull or be happy no more | C |
| And she laid for the man by the dark and the day | V |
| And he cursed and he kicked in a terrible way | V |
| - | |
| From that day it is said Arabella she led | V |
| The bald headed men who lived near a hard life | B2 |
| They all held her in dread for her manners ill bred | V |
| M'Cue spent his time in tempestuous strife | B2 |
| With eye speculative she cornered each native | C2 |
| To find if his skull would just suit her complaint | V |
| The man's strength was great if he saved all his pate if | D2 |
| She failed to secure half his scalp in distraint | V |
| And her owner indulged in Satanic delights | E2 |
| And he egged on his bird to more furious fights | E2 |
| - | |
| But the downfall of spite and the triumph of right | V |
| Are bound to come round fight we ever so hard | V |
| On one March morning bright Old M'Cue very tight | V |
| Returned to his home and dossed down in the yard | V |
| He'd not long been sleeping when Bella came peeping | A2 |
| And viewed with delight his bare head like a cast | V |
| And into her keeping she raked it and heaping | A2 |
| Her ribs on the skull she was happy at last | V |
| And she sat till the day and the night both were gone | F2 |
| And the next day and next was she still sitting on | G2 |
| - | |
| It was thought Pat had fled and a week or more sped | V |
| E'er folks came to search and they found for their pains | H2 |
| P M'Cue lying dead with the bird on his head | V |
| Still stolidly striving to hatch out some brains | H2 |
| No priest at Pat's croaking by blessings invoking | A2 |
| Had served to make easy the poor sinner's death | I2 |
| Some folks blamed his soaking the jury said 'choking' | A2 |
| The bird was found guilty of stopping his breath | I2 |
| And for peace and for quiet and morality's sake | A2 |
| She was killed with a slab from a Cousin Jack cake | A2 |
Edward Dyson
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