The Happy Flatite Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEAA FFGG HHII JJCC KKLL| We were living in a flat it was number eighty three | A |
| At eighty four the Barleys lived a fearsome man was he | A |
| He had a wife and numerous kids We heard then rip and cuss | B |
| Some three feet and a quarter off across the hall from us | B |
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| And when the Barley boys broke out and ended up in fight | C |
| Or when the Barley baby read the Riot Act at night | C |
| And on their balcony their cat put up an eerie moan | D |
| The fearful Barley family might as well have been our own | D |
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| When Barley after parting with some others of the ilk | E |
| Came panting up the narrow stairs and drank our jug of milk | E |
| Then broke out at his missus and as fiercely answered she | A |
| Where was the great advantage of our marked sobriety | A |
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| When Barley bedded early he would shake the common floor | F |
| And fill the gulf of night with an intolerable snore | F |
| And people in the other wing at us their bluchers threw | G |
| What good if we slept soft as snow and silent as the dew | G |
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| This Barley when unoccupied would fill my study chair | H |
| And utilise much time and take up space I could not spare | H |
| To tell me of the deeds he d done his drinkings deep and vast | I |
| And ladies who had loved him in his sanguinary past | I |
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| And Mrs Barley dropped in in the morning as a rule | J |
| And stayed till lunch and chattered like a ladies boarding school | J |
| Then she borrowed bread and onions and wondered if she might | C |
| Leave her little Willie with us She was going out till night | C |
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| Our little flat s forsaken we have left St Kilda road | K |
| We knew not where to go to and we haven t an abode | K |
| But no flat in any building that we d suffered in was worth | L |
| The comfort of a camp out So we re flat upon the earth | L |
Edward George Dyson
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