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The Bench-legged Fyce Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAABB CCDDAA DDEEFF GGHHAA IIJJAA KKLLAA MMFFAA JNOOPP

Speakin' of dorgs my bench legged fyceA
Hed most o' the virtues an' nary a viceA
Some folks called him Sooner a name that aroseA
From his predisposition to chronic reposeA
But rouse his ambition he couldn't be beatB
Yer bet yer he got thar on all his four feetB
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Mos' dorgs hez some forte like huntin' an' suchC
But the sports o' the field didn't bother him muchC
Wuz just a plain dorg an' contented to beD
On peaceable terms with the neighbors an' meD
Used to fiddle an' squirm and grunt Oh how niceA
When I tickled the back of that bench legged fyceA
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He wuz long in the bar'l like a fyce oughter beD
His color wuz yaller as ever you seeD
His tail curlin' upward wuz long loose an' slimE
When he didn't wag it why the tail it wagged himE
His legs wuz so crooked my bench legged pupF
Wuz as tall settin' down as he wuz standin' upF
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He'd lie by the stove of a night an' regretG
The various vittles an' things he had etG
When a stranger most likely a tramp come alongH
He'd lift up his voice in significant songH
You wondered by gum how there ever wuz spaceA
In that bosom o' his'n to hold so much bassA
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Of daytimes he'd sneak to the road an' lie downI
An' tackle the country dorgs comin' to townI
By common consent he wuz boss in St JoeJ
For what he took hold of he never let goJ
An' a dude that come courtin' our girl left a sliceA
Of his white flannel suit with our bench legged fyceA
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He wuz good to us kids when we pulled at his furK
Or twisted his tail he would never demurK
He seemed to enjoy all our play an' our chaffL
For his tongue 'u'd hang out an' he'd laff an' he'd laffL
An' once when the Hobart boy fell through the iceA
He wuz drug clean ashore by that bench legged fyceA
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We all hev our choice an' you like the restM
Allow that the dorg which you've got is the bestM
I wouldn't give much for the boy 'at grows upF
With no friendship subsistin' 'tween him an' a pupF
When a fellow gits old I tell you it's niceA
To think of his youth and his bench legged fyceA
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To think of the springtime 'way back in St JoeJ
Of the peach trees abloom an' the daisies ablowN
To think of the play in the medder an' groveO
When little legs wrassled an' little han's stroveO
To think of the loyalty valor an' truthP
Of the friendships that hallow the season of youthP

Eugene Field



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