Jest 'fore Christmas Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDD EEFFGHDD IIJJKKDD AALLMMDD NNOOPPDDFather calls me William sister calls me Will | A |
Mother calls me Willie but the fellers call me Bill | A |
Mighty glad I ain't a girl ruther be a boy | B |
Without them sashes curls an' things that's worn by Fauntleroy | B |
Love to chawnk green apples an' go swimmin' in the lake | C |
Hate to take the castor ile they give for bellyache | C |
'Most all the time the whole year round there ain't no flies on me | D |
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be | D |
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Got a yeller dog named Sport sick him on the cat | E |
First thing she knows she doesn't know where she is at | E |
Got a clipper sled an' when us kids goes out to slide | F |
'Long comes the grocery cart an' we all hook a ride | F |
But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an' cross | G |
He reaches at us with his whip an' larrups up his hoss | H |
An' then I laff an' holler Oh ye never teched me | D |
But jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be | D |
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Gran'ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man | I |
I'll be a missionarer like her oldest brother Dan | I |
As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon's Isle | J |
Where every prospeck pleases an' only man is vile | J |
But gran'ma she has never been to see a Wild West show | K |
Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone or else I guess she'd know | K |
That Buff'lo Bill an' cow boys is good enough for me | D |
Excep' jest 'fore Christmas when I'm good as I kin be | D |
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And then old Sport he hangs around so solemn like an' still | A |
His eyes they seem a sayin' What's the matter little Bill | A |
The old cat sneaks down off her perch an' wonders what's become | L |
Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum | L |
But I am so perlite an' 'tend so earnestly to biz | M |
That mother says to father How improved our Willie is | M |
But father havin' been a boy hisself suspicions me | D |
When jest 'fore Christmas I'm as good as I kin be | D |
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For Christmas with its lots an' lots of candies cakes an' toys | N |
Was made they say for proper kids an' not for naughty boys | N |
So wash yer face an' bresh yer hair an' mind yer p's and q's | O |
An' don't bust out yer pantaloons and don't wear out yer shoes | O |
Say Yessum to the ladies an' Yessur to the men | P |
An' when they's company don't pass yer plate for pie again | P |
But thinkin' of the things yer'd like to see upon that tree | D |
Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be | D |
Eugene Field
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