The Happy Gardeners Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKHH HHLL MMHH MMNN HHHH OOPP HHQQ HHMMWe were storemen clerks and packers on an ammunition dump | A |
Twice the size of Cootamundra and the goods we had to hump | A |
They were bombs as big as water butts and cartridges in tons | B |
Shells that looked like blessed gasmains and a line in traction guns | B |
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We had struck a warehouse dignity in dealing with the stocks | C |
It was Sign here Mr Eddie Clarkson forward to the socks | C |
Our floor walker was a major with a nozzle like a peach | D |
And a stutter in his Trilbies and a limping kind of speech | D |
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We were off at eight to business we were free for lunch at one | E |
And we talked of new Spring fashions and the brisk trade being done | E |
After five we sought our dugouts lying snug beneath the hill | F |
Each with hollyhocks before it and geraniums on the sill | F |
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Singing Home Sweet home we swept and scrubbed and dusted up the place | G |
Then smoked out on the doorstep in the twilight's tender grace | G |
After which with spade and rake we sought our special garden plot | H |
And we 'tended to the cabbage and the shrinking young shallot | H |
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So long lived we unmolested that this seemed indeed the life | I |
Set apart from mirk and worry and the incidence of strife | I |
And we trimmed our Kitchen Eden swapping vegetable lore | J |
Whi e the whole demented world beside was muddled up with war | J |
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There was little talk of Boches and of bloody battle scenes | K |
But a deal about Bill's spuds and Billy Carkeek's butter beans | K |
Porky specialised on onion and he had a sort of gift | H |
For a cabbage plump and tender that it took two men to lift | H |
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In the pleasant Sabbath morning when the sun lit on our street | H |
And illumed the happy dugout with effulgence kind and sweet | H |
It was fine to see us forking raking picking off the bugs | L |
Treading flat the snails and woodlice and demolishing the slugs | L |
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Then one day old Fritz got going He had a hint of us | M |
And the shell the blighter posted was as roomy as a 'bus | M |
He was groping round the dump and kind of pecking after it | H |
When he plugged the hill the world heeled up the dome of heaven split | H |
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Then Gott and consternation Swooped a shell a and stuck her nose | M |
In Carkeek's beans Those beans came up A cry of grief arose | M |
As we watched them plunk another shell cut loose and everywhere | N |
Flew the spuds of Billy Murphy There were turnips in the air | N |
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Bill she tore a quarter acre from the land scape With it burst | H |
Tommy's carrots and we watched them and in whispers prayed and cursed | H |
Then a wail of anguish 'scaped us Boomed in Porky's cabbage plot | H |
A detestable concussion Porky's cabbages were not | H |
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There the Breaking strain was reached for Porky fetched an awful cry | O |
And he rushed away and armed himself With loathing in his eye | O |
Up and over went the hero He was savage Through and through | P |
And he tore across the distance like a mad dened kangaroo | P |
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They had left a woeful sight indeed frail cabbages all rent | H |
Turnips mangled little carrots all in one red burial blent | H |
Parsnips ruined lettuce shattered torn and wilted beet and bean | Q |
And a black and grinning gap where once our garden flourished green | Q |
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Five and fifty hours had passed when came a German in his shirt | H |
On his back he carried Porky black with blood and smoke and dirt | H |
I sniped six of 'em said Porky an' me pris'ner here he sez | M |
I done in the crooel swine what strafed me helpless cabbages | M |
Edward Dyson
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