The Convalescent Gripster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDDEBBE FGHGDDHIIH BHBHBBJJJJ JGKGJJEGGE BLJLDDEJJE| The gods let slip that fiendish grip | A |
| Upon me last week Sunday | B |
| No fiercer storm than racked my form | C |
| E'er swept the Bay of Fundy | B |
| But now good by | D |
| To drugs say I | D |
| Good by to gnawing sorrow | E |
| I am up to day | B |
| And whoop hooray | B |
| I'm going out to morrow | E |
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| What aches and pain in bones and brain | F |
| I had I need not mention | G |
| It seemed to me such pangs must be | H |
| Old Satan's own invention | G |
| Albeit I | D |
| Was sure I'd die | D |
| The doctor reassured me | H |
| And true enough | I |
| With his vile stuff | I |
| He ultimately cured me | H |
| - | |
| As there I lay in bed all day | B |
| How fair outside looked to me | H |
| A smile so mild old Nature smiled | B |
| It seemed to warm clean through me | H |
| In chastened mood | B |
| The scene I viewed | B |
| Inventing sadly solus | J |
| Fantastic rhymes | J |
| Between the times | J |
| I had to take a bolus | J |
| - | |
| Of quinine slugs and other drugs | J |
| I guess I took a million | G |
| Such drugs as serve to set each nerve | K |
| To dancing a cotillon | G |
| The doctors say | J |
| The only way | J |
| To rout the grip instanter | E |
| Is to pour in | G |
| All kinds of sin | G |
| Similibus curantur | E |
| - | |
| 'Twas hard and yet I 'll soon forget | B |
| Those ills and cures distressing | L |
| One's future lies 'neath gorgeous skies | J |
| When one is convalescing | L |
| So now good by | D |
| To drugs say I | D |
| Good by thou phantom Sorrow | E |
| I am up to day | J |
| And whoop hooray | J |
| I'm going out to morrow | E |
Eugene Field
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