Joey-s Job Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBCDDEFGF GHEHIJEJCGKG LMAMNGOGDDDD IPEPDDGDQRSR DDGDDGDGDTGT EUEUCDVDWGXG DDDDADEDDDYD DZA2ZDTTDDED GB2GB2DDDDIGPG| In days before the trouble Jo was rated as | A |
| a slob | B |
| He chose to sit in hourly expectation of a job | B |
| He'd loop hisself upon a post for seldom | C |
| friends had he | D |
| A gift of patient waitin' his distinctif quality | D |
| He'd linger in a doorway or he'd loiter on the | E |
| grass | F |
| Edgin' modestly aside to let the fleetin' | G |
| moments pass | F |
| - | |
| Jo' begged a bob from mother but more often | G |
| got a clout | H |
| And settled down with cigarettes to smoke the | E |
| devil out | H |
| The one consistent member of the Never | I |
| Trouble Club | J |
| He put a satin finish on the frontage of the | E |
| pub | J |
| His shoulder blades were pokin' out from | C |
| polishin' the pine | G |
| But if a job ran at him Joey's footwork was | K |
| divine | G |
| - | |
| Jo strayed in at the cobbler's door but scoffed | L |
| at as a fool | M |
| He found the conversation too exhaustin' as | A |
| a rule | M |
| Or canted on the smithy coke he'd hoist his | N |
| feet and yawn | G |
| His boots slid up his shinbones and his pants | O |
| displayin' brawn | G |
| And if the copper chanced along 'twas beauty | D |
| ful to see | D |
| Joe wear away and made hisself a fadest | D |
| memory | D |
| - | |
| Then came the universal nark The Kaiser | I |
| let her rip | P |
| They cleared the ring The scrap was for the | E |
| whole world's championship | P |
| Jo Brown was takin' notice lurkin' shy be | D |
| neath his hat | D |
| And every day he crept to see the drillin' on | G |
| the flat | D |
| He waited watchin' from the furze the blokes | Q |
| in butcher's blue | R |
| For the burst of inspiration that would tell him | S |
| what to do | R |
| - | |
| He couldn't lean he couldn't lie He yelled | D |
| out in the night | D |
| Jo understood he'd all these years been | G |
| spoilin' for a fight | D |
| Right into things he flung himself He | D |
| took his kit and gun | G |
| Mooched gladly in the dust or roasted gaily | D |
| in the sun | G |
| Gorstruth he said with shining eyes it | D |
| means a frightful war | T |
| 'N' now I know this is the thing that Heaven | G |
| meant me for | T |
| - | |
| Jo went away a corporal and fought again the | E |
| Turk | U |
| And like a duck to water Joey cottoned to the | E |
| work | U |
| If anythin' was doin' it would presently come | C |
| out | D |
| That Joseph Brown from Booragool was there | V |
| or thereabout | D |
| He got a batch of medals and a glorious | W |
| renown | G |
| Attached all of a sudden to the name of | X |
| Sergeant Brown | G |
| - | |
| Then people talked of Joey as the dearest | D |
| friend they had | D |
| They were chummy with his uncles or ac | D |
| quainted with his dad | D |
| Joe goes to France and presently he figure as | A |
| the best | D |
| Two handed all in fighter in the armies of the | E |
| West | D |
| And men of every age at home and high and | D |
| low degree | D |
| We gather now once went to school with | Y |
| Sergeant Brown V C | D |
| - | |
| Then Hayes and Jo in Flanders met and very | D |
| proud was Hayes | Z |
| To shake a townsman by the hand and sing | A2 |
| the hero's praise | Z |
| Oh yes says Jo I'm doin' well 'n' yet | D |
| I might do more | T |
| If I was in a hurry mate to finish up this war | T |
| I'd lay out every Fritz on earth but strike me | D |
| what a yob | D |
| A man would be to work himself out of a | E |
| flamnin' job | D |
| - | |
| Now Jo's a swell lieutenant and he's keepin' | G |
| up the pace | B2 |
| Ha Record says Lieutenant Brown's an | G |
| honor to the place | B2 |
| The town gets special mention every time he | D |
| scores We bet | D |
| If peace don't mess his chances up he'll be | D |
| Field Marshal yet | D |
| Dad mother and the uncles Brown and all our | I |
| people know | G |
| That Providence began this war to find a grip | P |
| for Jo | G |
Edward George Dyson
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