New England Magazine Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB BCB DDD EBEB ADAD DFDF GHGH IHIJ KLKL MNM OFO PHPH| Upon Bottle Miche the autre day | A |
| While yet the nuit was early | B |
| Je met a homme whose barbe was grey | A |
| Whose cheveaux long and curly | B |
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| 'Je am a poete sir ' dit he | B |
| 'Je live where tres grande want teems | C |
| I m faim sir Sil vous plait give me | B |
| Un franc or cinquatite centimes ' | - |
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| I donne him vingt big copper sous | D |
| But dit 'You moderne rhymers | D |
| The sacre poet name abuse | D |
| Les poets were old timers ' | - |
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| 'Je know I know ' he wept contrite | E |
| 'The bards no more suis mighty | B |
| Ils rise no more in eleve flight | E |
| Though some are beaucoup flighty | B |
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| 'Vous wonder why Je weep this way | A |
| Pour quoi these tears and blubbers | D |
| It is mon fault les bards today | A |
| Helas suis mere earth grubbers | D |
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| 'There was a time when tout might see | D |
| My grande flights dans the saddle | F |
| Crowned rois indeed applauded me | D |
| Le Pegasus astraddle | F |
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| 'Le winged horse avec acclaim | G |
| Was voted mon possession | H |
| Je rode him tous les jours to fame | G |
| Je led the whole procession | H |
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| 'Then arrivee the Prussian war | I |
| The siege the sacre famine | H |
| Then some had but a crust encore | I |
| We mange the last least ham an | J |
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| 'Helas Mon noble winged steed | K |
| Went oft avec no dinner | L |
| On epics il refusee feed | K |
| And maigre grew and thinner | L |
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| 'Tout food was gone and dans the street | M |
| Each homme sought crusts to sate him | N |
| Joyeux were those with horse s meat | M |
| And Pegasus Je ate him ' | - |
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| My anger then Je could not hide | O |
| To parler scarcely able | F |
| 'Oh curses dans you sir ' Je cried | O |
| 'Vous human livery stable ' | - |
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| He fled But vous who read this know | P |
| Why mon pauvre verse is beaten | H |
| By that of cinquante years ago | P |
| Vant Pegasus fut eaten | H |
Ellis Parker Butler
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