In New Orleans Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EEFFGG HHIJDD KKLLDD MMNNDD OOPPCD QQFFRR

'Twas in the Crescent City not long ago befellA
The tear compelling incident I now propose to tellA
So come my sweet collector friends and listen while I singB
Unto your delectation this brief pathetic thingB
No lyric pitched in vaunting key but just a requiemC
Of blowing twenty dollars in by nine o'clock a mD
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Let critic folk the poet's use of vulgar slang upbraidE
But when I'm speaking by the card I call a spade a spadeE
And I who have been touched of that same mania myselfF
Am well aware that when it comes to parting with his pelfF
The curio collector is so blindly lost in sinG
That he doesn't spend his money he simply blows it inG
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In Royal street near Conti there's a lovely curio shopH
And there one balmy fateful morn it was my chance to stopH
To stop was hesitation in a moment I was lostI
That kind of hesitation does not hesitate at costJ
I spied a pewter tankard there and my it was a gemD
And the clock in old St Louis told the hour of eight a mD
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Three quaint Bohemian bottles too of yellow and of greenK
Cut in archaic fashion that I ne'er before had seenK
A lovely hideous platter wreathed about with pink and roseL
With its curious depression into which the gravy flowsL
Two dainty silver salts oh there was no resisting themD
And I'd blown in twenty dollars by nine o'clock a mD
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With twenty dollars one who is a prudent man indeedM
Can buy the wealth of useful things his wife and children needM
Shoes stockings knickerbockers gloves bibs nursing bottles capsN
A gown the gown for which his spouse too long has pined perhapsN
These and ten thousand other spectres harrow and condemnD
The man who's blown in twenty by nine o'clock a mD
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Oh mean advantage conscience takes and one that I abhorO
In asking one this question What did you buy it forO
Why doesn't conscience ply its blessed trade before the actP
Before one's cussedness becomes a bald accomplished factP
Before one's fallen victim to the Tempter's stratagemC
And blown in twenty dollars by nine o'clock a mD
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Ah me now that the deed is done how penitent I amQ
I was a roaring lion behold a bleating lambQ
I've packed and shipped those precious things to that more precious wifeF
Who shares with our sweet babes the strange vicissitudes of lifeF
While he who in his folly gave up his store of wealthR
Is far away and means to keep his distance for his healthR

Eugene Field



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