The Tale Of Steven Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHHH CICI HJFJ KLHL AIMI FNFN IOCO HIII HPCP| TIS the tale of Simon Steven braceman at the Odd and Even | A |
| At The Nations in the gully They were sinking in the rock | B |
| Sim was small and wiry rather and a husband and a father | C |
| But he s gone and left his family as a consequence of shock | B |
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| Shock was Sim s disease we reckoned for it took him in a second | D |
| And no doctor born could dognose what the symptoms were I think | E |
| But we re missin Sim completely he could play the whistle sweetly | F |
| And was always very sociable and brotherly in drink | E |
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| That was how poor Steven drifted into trouble being gifted | G |
| He was hungry for an audience and it led him up to Coy s | H |
| But his wife made no deductions for the artist and the ructions | H |
| What she raised around that public were just fireworks for the boys | H |
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| When she caught him on the liquor being stronger like and quicker | C |
| She would hammer him in company which I take it wasn t right | I |
| Yet he bore it like a martyr while his wife played up the tartar | C |
| And she gave her straight opinion of each mother s son in sight | I |
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| Sim had marks of her corrections scattered round in all directions | H |
| On his features and his figure but he didn t seem to care | J |
| For he thought his missus clearly did her duty by him merely | F |
| When she pommelled him for boosing with a poker or a chair | J |
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| Twas a Wednesday boss I m thinking There d been much promiscuous drinking | K |
| Up the gully where some city chaps were christening Spooner s mill | L |
| Sim was dayshift at The Nations and he missed the grand orations | H |
| But with help from men and brothers he contrived to get his fill | L |
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| They d been shooting holes an Steven when he left the Odd and Even | A |
| Carried with him in his pocket here a plug of dynamite | I |
| Sim had put it there to soften which is done by miners often | M |
| But it s not the sort of practice that I d recommend as right | I |
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| Well the braceman didn t worry after tea that day nor hurry | F |
| To the bosom of his family but took drink for drink with Mack | N |
| When they aimed him homewards kindly Steven went the distance blindly | F |
| And his feet performed the lockstitch all the way along the track | N |
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| Mrs Sim was primed and ready and she met him with a neddy | I |
| And she passed no vain remarks but aimed an awful blow at him | O |
| Came a sound of roaring thunder Mrs Sim was blown from under | C |
| And the universe was ruined and the sun went out for Sim | O |
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| After search in all directions we found very few selections | H |
| Of the widow s dear departed but we did the best we could | I |
| For you see by passion goaded and not knowing Sim was loaded | I |
| She d concussed that plug of dynamite and blown him up for good | I |
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| There was room for no reproaches bout the hearse and mourning coaches | H |
| Though we only buried samples yet we lowed for style and tone | P |
| Man s size coffin grave and preacher for a broken fellow creature | C |
| And we wrote In Death Divided at the bottom of the stone | P |
Edward George Dyson
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