A Vacation Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDBBEFGH IGBJBKLB MNMOPPQO OC OB RBSBBFT| On the streets of M rida beggars and vendors | A |
| of shirts and hammocks and panama hats | B |
| We perfect our no But there's always something | C |
| we can't help saying yes to I want to join | D |
| these men on holiday on the ferry to Isla Mujeres | B |
| laughing and teasing knocking off one another's hats | B |
| Each lays his head on the shoulder of the next | E |
| and they sleep a while together in a row | F |
| Then they wake up and laugh and tease some more | G |
| pour water on the one who turns his back | H |
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| At Chich n Itz it's the cenote the huge | I |
| natural well they must have built the city for | G |
| Books tell us all we need about the buildings | B |
| the almost fascist inhuman Toltec grandeur | J |
| of the space there but what can a book say | B |
| about the cenote which no one built | K |
| I want to stay there | L |
| On a clear night it would hold a lot of stars | B |
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| A lovely young girl is screaming mama and papa | M |
| on the ball court Mama and papa are cultured and rich | N |
| and their daughter's lovely name is Le ti ci a | M |
| She'll grow up a beauty but she's only eight | O |
| years old now and everyone still loves her | P |
| She throws rocks at her pensive well behaved older brother | P |
| Next year mama will make her keep her shirt on | Q |
| The book says that virgins were thrown into the cenote | O |
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| A bus in the ditch and a semi truck on its side | O |
| that blocks the whole road burning | C |
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| I dream in our house on the prairie we're surrounded | O |
| by Indians It's her fault they've crept up so close | B |
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| But when I dream a madman wants to kill me | R |
| leaves weird notes and drives his bus | B |
| full of bizarre electronics across the lawn | S |
| when he's got me on the bus and grabs a big axe | B |
| and we wrestle and I dig my fingers into his face | B |
| it's the face of a neighbor at home I hardly know | F |
| who came to the door once with liquor on his breath to talk | T |
Eric Torgersen
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