Alf-s Eighth Bit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCCA AAADEEA BABAEFA AGAGBBB HEHEIBB

Vex not thou the banker's mindA
His what with a show of senseB
Vex it not Willie his mindA
Or pierce its pretenceB
On the supposition that it everC
Was other or that this cheerful giverC
Will give save to the blindA
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Come not anear the dark browed sophistA
Who on the so well paid groundA
Will cheerfully tell you a fist is no fistA
Come not hereD
With and making in reasonE
Knowest thou not the truth is never in seasonE
In these quarters or Fleet StA
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In his eye there is death I mean the banker'sB
In his purse there is deceitA
It is he who buys gold braid for the swankersB
And gives you Australian iced rabbits' meatA
In place of the roast beef of BritainE
And leaves you a park bench to sit onF
If you git off the EmbankmentA
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This is the kind of tone and SolemnityA
That used to be used on the youngG
My old man got no indemnityA
But he swaller'd his tongueG
Like all his class was told to hold it in those daysB
To mind their p s and their q s and their waysB
An' be thankful for occasional holidaysB
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I don't quite see the joke any moreH
Or why we should stand to attentionE
And lick the dirt off the floorH
In the hope of honourable mentionE
From a great employer like SelfridgeI
Or a buyer of space in the papersB
I'm getting too old for such capersB

Ezra Pound



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