Mr And Mrs Discobbolos Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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First PartA
Mr and Mrs DiscobbolosB
Climbed to the top of a wallC
And they sat to watch the sunset skyD
And to hear the Nupiter Piffkin cryD
And the Biscuit Buffalo callC
They took up a roll and some Chamomile teaE
And both were as happy as happy could beE
Till Mrs Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
It has just come into my headF
Suppose we should happen to fallC
Darling Mr DiscobbolosE
-
'Suppose we should fall down flumpettyF
Just like two pieces of stoneG
On to the thorns or into the moatF
What would become of your new green coatF
And might you not break a boneG
It never occurred to me beforeH
That perhaps we shall never go down any more '-
And Mrs Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
What put it into your headF
To climb up this wall my ownG
Darling Mr Discobbolos '-
-
Mr Discobbolos answeredF
'At first it gave me painI
And I felt my ears turn perfectly pinkJ
When your exclamation made me thinkJ
We might never get down againK
But now I believe it is wiser farL
To remain for ever just where we are '-
And Mr Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
It has just come into my headF
' We shall never go down againK
Dearest Mrs Discobbolos '-
-
So Mr and Mrs DiscobbolosE
Stood up and began to singM
'Far away from hurry and strifeN
Here we will pass the rest of lifeN
Ding a dong ding dong dingM
We want no knives nor forks nor chairsE
No tables nor carpets nor household caresE
From worry of life we've fledF
'Oh W X Y ZE
There is no more trouble aheadF
Sorrow or any such thingM
For Mr and Mrs Discobbolos '-
-
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Second PartF
-
Mr and Mrs DiscobbolosE
Lived on the top of the wallC
For twenty years a month and a dayF
Till their hair had grown all pearly grayF
And their teeth began to fallC
They never were ill or at all dejectedF
By all admired and by some respectedF
Till Mrs Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
It has just come into my headF
We have no more room at allC
Darling Mr DiscobbolosE
-
Look at our six fine boysE
And our six sweet girls so fairO
Upon this wall they have all been bornP
And not one of the twelve has happened to fallC
Through my maternal careO
Surely they should not pass their livesE
Without any chance of husbands or wives '-
And Mrs Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
Did it never come into your headF
That our lives must be lived elsewhereO
Dearest Mr DiscobbolosE
-
'They have never been at a ballC
Nor have even seen a bazaarL
Nor have heard folks say in a tone all heartyE
'What loves of girls at a garden partyE
Those Misses Discobbolos are '-
Morning and night it drives me wildF
To think of the fate of each darling child '-
But Mr Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
What has come to your fiddledum headF
What a runcible goose you areL
Octopod Mrs Discobbolos '-
-
Suddenly Mr DiscobbolosE
Slid from the top of the wallC
And beneath it he dug a dreadful trenchQ
And filled it with dynamite gunpowder genchQ
And aloud he began to callC
'Let the wild bee singM
And the blue bird humR
For the end of your lives has certainly come '-
And Mrs Discobbolos saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
We shall presently all be deadF
On this ancient runcible wallC
Terrible Mr Discobbolos '-
-
Pensively Mr DiscobbolosE
Sat with his back to the wallC
He lighted a match and fired the trainI
And the mortified mountain echoed againK
To the sound of an awful fallC
And all the Discobbolos family flewS
In thousands of bits to the sky so blueS
And no one was left to have saidF
'Oh W X Y ZE
Has it come into anyone's headF
That the end has happened to allC
Of the whole of the Clan Discobbolos '-

Edward Lear



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