The Monstrous Pleasant Ballad Of The Taylor Pup Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHIH J KLML NOPO QRSR TUVU WXYX NZA2Z B2C2D2C2 E2GF2G G2H2I2H2 J2 NGK2G L2M2CM2 N2O2C2O2 P2Q2ZR2 GI2GI2 S2L2NL2 T2U2V2U2 W2 GX2CX2 Y2Z2A3Z2 CFW2F B3C3W2C3 D3W2E3W2 F3W2W2W2 G3W2H3W2 I3J3KJ3 W2MY2M K3 VW2I2W2 L3W2M3W2 W2AN3A O3N2W2N2 DW2DW2 HW2DW2 Y2W2DW2 P3 W2W2W2W2 N3GL2G D2D2N3D2 N3D2KQ3 W2Y2W2Y2 W2R3N3R3 W2J3S3J3 T3 N3W2N3W2 N3W2GW2 U3G2N3G2 GV3N3W2 X2W2W3W2 GBN3B W2U3NU3Now lithe and listen gentles all | A |
Now lithe ye all and hark | B |
Unto a ballad I shall sing | C |
About Buena Park | B |
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Of all the wonders happening there | D |
The strangest hap befell | E |
Upon a famous April morn | F |
As you I now shall tell | E |
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It is about the Taylor pup | G |
And of his mistress eke | H |
And of the pranking time they had | I |
That I would fain to speak | H |
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FITTE THE FIRST | J |
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The pup was of a noble mein | K |
As e'er you gazed upon | L |
They called his mother Lady | M |
And his father was a Don | L |
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And both his mother and his sire | N |
Were of the race Bernard | O |
The family famed in histories | P |
And hymned of every bard | O |
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His form was of exuberant mold | Q |
Long slim and loose of joints | R |
There never was a pointer dog | S |
So full as he of points | R |
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His hair was like a yellow fleece | T |
His eyes were black and kind | U |
And like a nodding gilded plume | V |
His tail stuck up behind | U |
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His bark was very very fierce | W |
And fierce his appetite | X |
Yet was it only things to eat | Y |
That he was prone to bite | X |
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But in that one particular | N |
He was so passing true | Z |
That never did he quit a meal | A2 |
Until he had got through | Z |
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Potatoes biscuits mush or hash | B2 |
Joint chop or chicken limb | C2 |
So long as it was edible | D2 |
'Twas all the same to him | C2 |
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And frequently when Hunger's pangs | E2 |
Assailed that callow pup | G |
He masticated boots and gloves | F2 |
Or chewed a door mat up | G |
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So was he much beholden of | G2 |
The folk that him did keep | H2 |
They loved him when he was awake | I2 |
And better still asleep | H2 |
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FITTE THE SECOND | J2 |
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Now once his master lingering o'er | N |
His breakfast coffee cup | G |
Observed unto his doting spouse | K2 |
You ought to wash the pup | G |
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That shall I do this very day | L2 |
His doting spouse replied | M2 |
You will not know the pretty thing | C |
When he is washed and dried | M2 |
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But tell me dear before you go | N2 |
Unto your daily work | O2 |
Shall I use Ivory soap on him | C2 |
Or Colgate Pears' or Kirk | O2 |
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Odzooks it matters not a whit | P2 |
They all are good to use | Q2 |
Take Pearline if it pleases you | Z |
Sapolio if you choose | R2 |
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Take any soap but take the pup | G |
And also water take | I2 |
And mix the three discreetly up | G |
Till they a lather make | I2 |
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Then mixing these constituent parts | S2 |
Let nature take her way | L2 |
With such advice that sapient sir | N |
Had nothing more to say | L2 |
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Then fared he to his daily toil | T2 |
All in the Board of Trade | U2 |
While Mistress Taylor for that bath | V2 |
Due preparations made | U2 |
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FITTE THE THIRD | W2 |
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She whistled gayly to the pup | G |
And called him by his name | X2 |
And presently the guileless thing | C |
All unsuspecting came | X2 |
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But when she shut the bath room door | Y2 |
And caught him as catch can | Z2 |
And dove him in that odious tub | A3 |
His sorrows then began | Z2 |
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How did that callow yellow thing | C |
Regret that April morn | F |
Alas how bitterly he rued | W2 |
The day that he was born | F |
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Twice and again but all in vain | B3 |
He lifted up his wail | C3 |
His voice was all the pup could lift | W2 |
For thereby hangs this tale | C3 |
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'Twas by that tail she held him down | D3 |
And presently she spread | W2 |
The creamery lather on his back | E3 |
His stomach and his head | W2 |
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His ears hung down in sorry wise | F3 |
His eyes were oh so sad | W2 |
He looked as though he just had lost | W2 |
The only friend he had | W2 |
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And higher yet the water rose | G3 |
The lather still increased | W2 |
And sadder still the countenance | H3 |
Of that poor martyred beast | W2 |
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Yet all this time his mistress spoke | I3 |
Such artful words of cheer | J3 |
As Oh how nice and Oh how clean | K |
And There's a patient dear | J3 |
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At last the trial had an end | W2 |
At last the pup was free | M |
She threw awide the bath room door | Y2 |
Now get you gone quoth she | M |
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FITTE THE FOURTH | K3 |
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Then from that tub and from that room | V |
He gat with vast ado | W2 |
At every hop he gave a shake | I2 |
And how the water flew | W2 |
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He paddled down the winding stairs | L3 |
And to the parlor hied | W2 |
Dispensing pools of foamy suds | M3 |
And slop on every side | W2 |
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Upon the carpet then he rolled | W2 |
And brushed against the wall | A |
And horror whisked his lathery sides | N3 |
On overcoat and shawl | A |
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Attracted by the dreadful din | O3 |
His mistress came below | N2 |
Who who can speak her wonderment | W2 |
Who who can paint her woe | N2 |
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Great smears of soap were here and there | D |
Her startled vision met | W2 |
With blots of lather everywhere | D |
And everything was wet | W2 |
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Then Mrs Taylor gave a shriek | H |
Like one about to die | W2 |
Get out get out and don't you dare | D |
Come in till you are dry | W2 |
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With that she opened wide the door | Y2 |
And waved the critter through | W2 |
Out in the circumambient air | D |
With grateful yelp he flew | W2 |
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FITTE THE FIFTH | P3 |
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He whisked into the dusty street | W2 |
And to the Waller lot | W2 |
Where bonny Annie Evans played | W2 |
With charming Sissy Knott | W2 |
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And with these pretty little dears | N3 |
He mixed himself all up | G |
Oh fie upon such boisterous play | L2 |
Fie fie you naughty pup | G |
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Woe woe on Annie's India mull | D2 |
And Sissy's blue percale | D2 |
One got the pup's belathered flanks | N3 |
And one his soapy tail | D2 |
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Forth to the rescue of those maids | N3 |
Rushed gallant Willie Clow | D2 |
His panties they were white and clean | K |
Where are those panties now | Q3 |
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Where is the nicely laundered shirt | W2 |
That Kendall Evans wore | Y2 |
And Robbie James' tricot coat | W2 |
All buttoned up before | Y2 |
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The leaven which as we are told | W2 |
Leavens a monstrous lump | R3 |
Hath far less reaching qualities | N3 |
Than a wet pup on the jump | R3 |
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This way and that he swung and swayed | W2 |
He gamboled far and near | J3 |
And everywhere he thrust himself | S3 |
He left a soapy smear | J3 |
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FITTE THE SIXTH | T3 |
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That noon a dozen little dears | N3 |
Were spanked and put to bed | W2 |
With naught to stay their appetites | N3 |
But cheerless crusts of bread | W2 |
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That noon a dozen hired girls | N3 |
Washed out each gown and shirt | W2 |
Which that exuberant Taylor pup | G |
Had frescoed o'er with dirt | W2 |
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That whole day long the April sun | U3 |
Smiled sweetly from above | G2 |
On clothes lines flaunting to the breeze | N3 |
With emblems mothers love | G2 |
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That whole day long the Taylor pup | G |
This way and that did hie | V3 |
Upon his mad erratic course | N3 |
Intent on getting dry | W2 |
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That night when Mr Taylor came | X2 |
His vesper meal to eat | W2 |
He uttered things my pious pen | W3 |
Would liefer not repeat | W2 |
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Yet still that noble Taylor pup | G |
Survives to romp and bark | B |
And stumble over folks and things | N3 |
In fair Buena Park | B |
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Good sooth I wot he should be called | W2 |
Buena's favorite son | U3 |
Who's sired of such a noble sire | N |
And damned by every one | U3 |
Eugene Field
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