The Emu Of Whroo Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDEFF GHG CICICC FJFJDKDKLL MNMNOCPCQQ CJCJCCCCRS CTCTCUCUNN VVVVVWVWXX YZYZA2CA2CVV VB2VB2C2VD2VE2E2 VVVVA2VA2VF2G2 VH2VH2A2I2A2I2A2A2We'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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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 |
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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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