Mud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEBD EFGHIFH DIJKLMLK NALOIAO HPQJPQ RSTJSUT LVWLVW CPJXPYJ CZA2B2WZB2 LC2D2LC2D2 LCE2CACXD XVXFF2VLF| This war's a waste of slurry and its at | A |
| mosphere is mud | B |
| All is bog from here to sunset Wadin' | C |
| through | D |
| We're the victims of a thicker sort of universal | E |
| flood | B |
| With discomforts that old Noah never knew | D |
| - | |
| We have dubbed our trench The Cecil | E |
| There's a brass plate and a dome | F |
| And a quagmire where the doormat used | G |
| to be | H |
| If you're calling second Tuesday is our reg' | I |
| lar day at home | F |
| So delighted if you'll toddle in to tea | H |
| - | |
| There is mud along the corridors enough to | D |
| bog a cow | I |
| In the air there hangs a musty kind of | J |
| woof | K |
| There's a frog pond in the parlour and the | L |
| kitchen is a slough | M |
| She has neither doors nor windows nor a | L |
| roof | K |
| - | |
| When they post our bald somnambulist as | N |
| missing from his flat | A |
| We take soundings for the digger with a | L |
| prop | O |
| By the day the board is gratis by the week | I |
| it's half of that | A |
| For the season there's a corresponding drop | O |
| - | |
| Opening off the spacious hallway is my natty | H |
| little suite | P |
| A commodious and accessible abode | Q |
| By judicious disposition with exclusion of | J |
| my feet | P |
| There is sleeping room for Oliver the toad | Q |
| - | |
| Though the ventilation's gusty and in gobs | R |
| the ceiling falls | S |
| Which with oral respiration disagrees | T |
| Though there comes a certain quantity of | J |
| seepage from the walls | S |
| There are some I knew in diggings worse | U |
| than these | T |
| - | |
| On my right is Cobber Carkeek There's a | L |
| spring above his head | V |
| And his mattress is a special kind of clay | W |
| He's a most punctilious bloke about the | L |
| fashion of his bed | V |
| And he makes it with a shovel every day | W |
| - | |
| Man is dust If so the Cobber has been | C |
| puddled up a treat | P |
| On domestic sanitation he's a toff | J |
| For he lights a fire on Sunday bakes his sur | X |
| face in the heat | P |
| Then he takes a little maul and cracks it | Y |
| off | J |
| - | |
| After hanging out a winter in this Cimmerian | C |
| hole | Z |
| We're forgetting sheets and baths and | A2 |
| tidy skins | B2 |
| In the dark and deadly calm last night they | W |
| took us on patrol | Z |
| Seven little fellows thinking of their sins | B2 |
| - | |
| It was ours like blinded snails to prowl the | L |
| soggy slimy night | C2 |
| With a feeler pricking out at every pore | D2 |
| For the death that stalks in darkness or the | L |
| blinking stab of light | C2 |
| And the other trifling matters that are war | D2 |
| - | |
| That's the stuff to get your liver that's the | L |
| acid on a man | C |
| For it tries his hones and seeks his marrow | E2 |
| throngh | C |
| You have got the thought to comfort you that | A |
| life is but a span | C |
| If Fritz squirts his loathly limelight over | X |
| you | D |
| - | |
| We got back again at daybreak Cobber | X |
| ducked to doss and said | V |
| From the soft embracing mud No more | X |
| I'll roam | F |
| Oh thank Heaven blokes he murmured | F2 |
| for the comforts of a bed | V |
| Gorstruth but ain't it good to have a | L |
| home | F |
Edward George Dyson
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