How A Cat Was Annoyed And A Poet Was Booted Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDADA BBEFFEGCGC HHBIIBBJBJ KKLMMLNHNH NNOPPOQRQR CCSTTSBUBU VVDWWDWXWX YYZBBZA 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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