A Word For It Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBAABBA CDEFCDEF| 'Scorn not the sonnet ' Well I reckon not | A |
| I would not scorn a rondeau villanelle | B |
| Ballade sestina triolet rondel | B |
| Or e'en a quatrain humble and forgot | A |
| An so it made my Pegasus to trot | A |
| His morning lap what time he heard the bell | B |
| An so it made the poem stuff to jell | B |
| To mix a met an so it boil'd the pot | A |
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| Oh sweet set form that varies not a bit | C |
| I taste thy joy not quite unknown to Keats | D |
| 'Scorn ' Nay I love thy fine symmetric | E |
| grace | F |
| In sonnets one knows always where to quit | C |
| Unlike in other poems where one cheats | D |
| And strings it out to fill the yawning | E |
| space | F |
Franklin Pierce Adams
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