The New Vestments Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDDEFFGGGG HHIIJJKKLMFFNOPPQQRR DDSS TT| There lived an old man in the kingdom of Tess | A |
| Who invented a purely original dress | A |
| And when it was perfectly made and complete | B |
| He opened the door and walked into the street | B |
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| By way of a hat he'd a loaf of Brown Bread | C |
| In the middle of which he inserted his head | C |
| His Shirt was made up of no end of dead Mice | D |
| The warmth of whose skins was quite fluffy and nice | D |
| His Drawers were of Rabbit skins but it is not known whose | E |
| His Waistcoat and Trowsers were made of Pork Chops | F |
| His Buttons were Jujubes and Chocolate Drops | F |
| His Coat was all Pancakes with Jam for a border | G |
| And a girdle of Biscuits to keep it in order | G |
| And he wore over all as a screen from bad weather | G |
| A Cloak of green Cabbage leaves stitched all together | G |
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| He had walked a short way when he heard a great noise | H |
| Of all sorts of Beasticles Birdlings and Boys | H |
| And from every long street and dark lane in the town | I |
| Beasts Birdles and Boys in a tumult rushed down | I |
| Two Cows and a half ate his Cabbage leaf Cloak | J |
| Four Apes seized his Girdle which vanished like smoke | J |
| Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat | K |
| And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat | K |
| An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore up his | L |
| Pork Waistcoat and Trowsers to give to their Puppies | M |
| And while they were growling and mumbling the Chops | F |
| Ten boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops | F |
| He tried to run back to his house but in vain | N |
| Four Scores of fat Pigs came again and again | O |
| They rushed out of stables and hovels and doors | P |
| They tore off his stockings his shoes and his drawers | P |
| And now from the housetops with screechings descend | Q |
| Striped spotted white black and gray Cats without end | Q |
| They jumped on his shoulders and knocked off his hat | R |
| When Crows Ducks and Hens made a mincemeat of that | R |
| They speedily flew at his sleeves in trice | D |
| And utterly tore up his Shirt of dead Mice | D |
| They swallowed the last of his Shirt with a squall | S |
| Whereon he ran home with no clothes on at all | S |
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| And he said to himself as he bolted the door | T |
| 'I will not wear a similar dress any more | T |
| 'Any more any more any more never more ' | - |
Edward Lear
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