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 catA
There is nothing odd in thatA
I might make a little pun about the MewsB
But what is really moreC
Remarkable she woreC
A pair of pointed patent leather shoesB
And I doubt me greatly whetherD
E'er you heard the like of thatA
Pointed shoes of patent leatherD
On a catA
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His time he used to passB
Writing sonnets on the grassB
I might say something good on pen and swardE
While the cat sat near at handF
Trying hard to understandF
The poems he occasionally roaredE
I myself possess a felineG
But when poetry I roarC
He is sure to make a bee lineG
For the doorC
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The poet cent by centH
All his patrimony spentH
I might tell how he went from werse to werseB
Till the cat was sure she couldI
By advising do him goodI
So addressed him in a manner that was terseB
We are bound toward the scuppersB
And the time has come to actJ
Or we'll both be on our uppersB
For a factJ
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On her boot she fixed her eyeK
But the boot made no replyK
I might say Couldn't speak to save its soleL
And the foolish bard insteadM
Of responding only readM
A verse that wasn't bad upon the wholeL
And it pleased the cat so greatlyN
Though she knew not what it meantH
That I'll quote approximatelyN
How it wentH
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If I should live to beN
The last leaf upon the treeN
I might put in I think I'd just as leafO
Let them smile as I do nowP
At the old forsaken boughP
Well he'd plagiarized it bodily in briefO
But that cat of simple breedingQ
Couldn't read the lines betweenR
So she took it to a leadingQ
MagazineR
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She was jarred and very soreC
When they showed her to the doorC
I might hit off the door that was a jarS
To the spot she swift returnedT
Where the poet sighed and yearnedT
And she told him that he'd gone a little farS
Your performance with this rhyme hasB
Made me absolutely sickU
She remarked I think the time hasB
Come to kickU
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I could fill up half the pageV
With descriptions of her rageV
I might say that she went a bit too furD
When he smiled and murmured ShooW
There is one thing I can doW
She answered with a wrathful kind of purrD
You may shoo me and it suit youW
But I feel my conscience bidX
Me as tit for tat to boot youW
Which she didX
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The Moral of the plotY
Though I say it as should notY
Is An editor is difficult to suitZ
But again there're other timesB
When the man who fashions rhymesB
Is a rascal and a bully one to bootZ

Guy Wetmore Carryl



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