The Ambitious Fox And The Unapproachable Grapes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKJKLL MNMNOO PQPQRR STSTUU VWVWXX XYXYXX| A farmer built around his crop | A |
| A wall and crowned his labors | B |
| By placing glass upon the top | A |
| To lacerate his neighbors | B |
| Provided they at any time | C |
| Should feel disposed the wall to climb | C |
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| He also drove some iron pegs | D |
| Securely in the coping | E |
| To tear the bare defenceless legs | D |
| Of brats who upward groping | E |
| Might steal despite the risk of fall | F |
| The grapes that grew upon the wall | F |
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| One day a fox on thieving bent | G |
| A crafty and an old one | H |
| Most shrewdly tracked the pungent scent | G |
| That eloquently told one | H |
| That grapes were ripe and grapes were good | I |
| And likewise in the neighborhood | I |
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| He threw some stones of divers shapes | J |
| The luscious fruit to jar off | K |
| It made him ill to see the grapes | J |
| So near and yet so far off | K |
| His throws were strong his aim was fine | L |
| But Never touched me said the vine | L |
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| The farmer shouted Drat the boys | M |
| And mounting on a ladder | N |
| He sought the cause of all the noise | M |
| No farmer could be madder | N |
| Which was not hard to understand | O |
| Because the glass had cut his hand | O |
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| His passion he could not restrain | P |
| But shouted out You're thievish | Q |
| The fox replied with fine disdain | P |
| Come country don't be peevish | Q |
| Now country is an epithet | R |
| One can't forgive nor yet forget | R |
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| The farmer rudely answered back | S |
| With compliments unvarnished | T |
| And downward hurled the bric a brac | S |
| With which the wall was garnished | T |
| In view of which demeanor strange | U |
| The fox retreated out of range | U |
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| I will not try the grapes to day | V |
| He said My appetite is | W |
| Fastidious and anyway | V |
| I fear appendicitis | W |
| The fox was one of the elite | X |
| Who call it site instead of seet | X |
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| The moral is that if your host | X |
| Throws glass around his entry | Y |
| You know it isn't done by most | X |
| Who claim to be the gentry | Y |
| While if he hits you in the head | X |
| You may be sure he's underbred | X |
Guy Wetmore Carryl
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