How A Cat Was Annoyed And A Poet Was Booted Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDADA BBEFFEGCGC HHBIIBBJBJ KKLMMLNHNH NNOPPOQRQR CCSTTSBUBU VVDWWDWXWX YYZBBZ| A poet had a cat | A |
| There is nothing odd in that | A |
| I might make a little pun about the Mews | B |
| But what is really more | C |
| Remarkable she wore | C |
| A pair of pointed patent leather shoes | B |
| And I doubt me greatly whether | D |
| E'er you heard the like of that | A |
| Pointed shoes of patent leather | D |
| On a cat | A |
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| His time he used to pass | B |
| Writing sonnets on the grass | B |
| I might say something good on pen and sward | E |
| While the cat sat near at hand | F |
| Trying hard to understand | F |
| The poems he occasionally roared | E |
| I myself possess a feline | G |
| But when poetry I roar | C |
| He is sure to make a bee line | G |
| For the door | C |
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| The poet cent by cent | H |
| All his patrimony spent | H |
| I might tell how he went from werse to werse | B |
| Till the cat was sure she could | I |
| By advising do him good | I |
| So addressed him in a manner that was terse | B |
| We are bound toward the scuppers | B |
| And the time has come to act | J |
| Or we'll both be on our uppers | B |
| For a fact | J |
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| On her boot she fixed her eye | K |
| But the boot made no reply | K |
| I might say Couldn't speak to save its sole | L |
| And the foolish bard instead | M |
| Of responding only read | M |
| A verse that wasn't bad upon the whole | L |
| And it pleased the cat so greatly | N |
| Though she knew not what it meant | H |
| That I'll quote approximately | N |
| How it went | H |
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| If I should live to be | N |
| The last leaf upon the tree | N |
| I might put in I think I'd just as leaf | O |
| Let them smile as I do now | P |
| At the old forsaken bough | P |
| Well he'd plagiarized it bodily in brief | O |
| But that cat of simple breeding | Q |
| Couldn't read the lines between | R |
| So she took it to a leading | Q |
| Magazine | R |
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| She was jarred and very sore | C |
| When they showed her to the door | C |
| I might hit off the door that was a jar | S |
| To the spot she swift returned | T |
| Where the poet sighed and yearned | T |
| And she told him that he'd gone a little far | S |
| Your performance with this rhyme has | B |
| Made me absolutely sick | U |
| She remarked I think the time has | B |
| Come to kick | U |
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| I could fill up half the page | V |
| With descriptions of her rage | V |
| I might say that she went a bit too fur | D |
| When he smiled and murmured Shoo | W |
| There is one thing I can do | W |
| She answered with a wrathful kind of purr | D |
| You may shoo me and it suit you | W |
| But I feel my conscience bid | X |
| Me as tit for tat to boot you | W |
| Which she did | X |
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| The Moral of the plot | Y |
| Though I say it as should not | Y |
| Is An editor is difficult to suit | Z |
| But again there're other times | B |
| When the man who fashions rhymes | B |
| Is a rascal and a bully one to boot | Z |
Guy Wetmore Carryl
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