Lodgings For Single Gentlemen Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGDD HHCC IIAA JJKK LLMM NNLL LLOO PPII| Who has e'er been in London that overgrown place | A |
| Has seen Lodgings to Let stare him full in the face | A |
| Some are good and let dearly while some 'tis well known | B |
| Are so dear and so bad they are best let alone | B |
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| WILL WADDLE whose temper was studious and lonely | C |
| Hire'd lodgings that took Single Gentlemen only | C |
| But WILL was so fat he appear'd like a ton | D |
| Or like Two Single Gentlemen roll'd into One | D |
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| He enter'd his rooms and to bed he retreated | E |
| But all the night long he felt fever'd and heated | E |
| And tho' heavy to weigh as a score of fat sheep | F |
| He was not by any means heavy to sleep | F |
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| Next night 'twas the same and the next and the next | G |
| He perspire'd like an ox he was nervous and vex'd | G |
| Week past after week till by weekly succession | D |
| His weakly condition was past all expression | D |
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| In six months his acquaintance began much to doubt him | H |
| For his skin like a lady's loose gown hung about him | H |
| He sent for a Doctor and cried like a ninny | C |
| I have lost many pounds make me well there's a guinea | C |
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| The Doctor look'd wise a slow fever he said | I |
| Prescribe'd sudorificks and going to bed | I |
| Sudorificks in bed exclaim'd WILL are humbugs | A |
| I've enough of them there without paying for drugs | A |
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| WILL kick'd out the Doctor but when ill indeed | J |
| E'en dismissing the Doctor don't always succeed | J |
| So calling his host he said Sir do you know | K |
| I'm the fat Single Gentleman six months ago | K |
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| Look'e landlord I think argued WILL with a grin | L |
| That with honest intentions you first took me in | L |
| But from the first night and to say it I'm bold | M |
| I have been so damn'd hot that I'm sure I caught cold | M |
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| Quoth the landlord till now I ne'er had a dispute | N |
| I've let lodgings ten years I'm a Baker to boot | N |
| In airing your sheets Sir my wife is no sloven | L |
| And your bed is immediately over my Oven | L |
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| The Oven says WILL says the host why this passion | L |
| In that excellent bed died three people of fashion | L |
| Why so crusty good Sir Zounds cries WILL in a taking | O |
| Who wouldn't be crusty with half a year's baking | O |
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| WILL paid for his rooms cried the host with a sneer | P |
| Well I see you've been going away half a year | P |
| Friend we can't well agree yet no quarrel WILL said | I |
| But I'd rather not perish while you make your bread | I |
George Colman
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