Interlude - Next Door Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDDEFEFGDGDD HIHIJDJDD

Whenever I'm moving my furniture inA
Or shifting my furniture outB
Which is nearly as often and risky as SinA
In these days of shifting aboutB
There isn't a stretcher there isn't a stickC
Nor a mat that belongs to the floorD
There isn't a pot Oh my heart groweth sickC
That escapes from the glare of Next DoorD
The Basilisk Glare of Next DoorD
Be it morn noon or night be it early or lateE
Be it summer or winter or springF
I cannot sneak down just to list at the gateE
For the song that the bottle ohs singF
With some bottles to sell that shall bring me a beerG
And lead up to one or two moreD
But I feel in my backbone the serpentine sneerG
And the Basilisk Glare of Next DoorD
The political woman Next DoorD
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I really can't say being no one of noteH
Why she glares at my odds and my endsI
Excepting maybe I'm a frivolous PoteH
With one or two frivolous friendsI
Who help me to shift and to warm up the houseJ
For three or four glad hours or moreD
In a suburb that hasn't the soul of a louseJ
And they've got no respect for Next DoorD
They don't give a damn for Next DoorD

Henry Lawson



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