Mrs. Merdle Discourseth Of Pudding Poem Rhyme Scheme

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A pudding why yes as I live too it's plum	A
So plain Susan makes them on purpose for me	B
I never refuse when the plum puddings come	A
To finish my dinner if finished 't can be	B
On things unsubstantial like puddings and pies	C
So made up of suet and currants and flour	D
Like this one before us to get up the size	C
And stirred up and beaten with eggs by the hour	D
With bread crumbs and citron and small piece of mace	E
With nutmeg and cinnamon and sugar and milk	F
And currants and raisins and spices so race	E
And what else I know not of things of that ilk	F
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The whole after cooking six hours at the least	G
When thus well compounded with delicate skill	H
With wine sauce is eaten to finish the feast	G
And suits the digestion of ladies quite ill	H
Who suffer as I do from having bad cooks	I
And very weak stomachs and food that near kills 'em	A
And then such a sight of bad rules in the books	I
From contents to finis to cure one that fills 'em	A
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There's one of all others so much recommended	J
To cure every ill of old Eve's every daughter	D
With nothing or next to't for medicine expended	K
For nothing to cure with is used but cold water	D
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And what with the bathing and washing and scrubbing	L
The packing and sweating and using the sheet	M
The shower bath and douche bath and all sorts of rubbing	L
And literally nothing but brown bread to eat	M
No wonder the patient accepts of the lure	N
To escape such a ducking acknowledged a cure	N
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But Lord what a skein I have made of my yarn	O
While Susan's arranging and changing the plates	P
And running all round old Robin Hood's barn	O
Like puzzles at school that we made on our slates	P
But talking of puzzles no one that we made	Q
While playing the fool we played as a trade	Q
When childhood and folly joined hands at the schools	R
Could equal the pranks of these cold water fools	R
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Yes yes Mr Merdle I knew by the smelling	L
The pudding was ready without any telling	L
So Colonel I'll help you a delicate slice	S
For nothing I'm sure like a dinner you've eaten	T
And afterwards follow with jelly and ice	S
So pleasant while waiting to cool off the heat on	U
And then with a syllabub comfit or cream	V
Our dessert of almonds and raisins we'll nibble	W
Till coffee comes in to revive with it's steam	V
When cakes in its fragrance we'll leisurely dibble	W
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I'm sure after all it's a terrible bore	X
To labor so hard as we do for our victuals	S
I envy the women that beg at the door	X
Or hire out for wages to handle your kettles	S
And wash bake and iron and do nothing but cooking	L
So rugged and healthy and often good looking	L
The doctor has told me except when they're mothers	S
They never take tincture or rhubarb or pill	H
And swears the profession if there were no others	S
Their patients would use up and starve out and kill	H
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I'm sure I don't see how that makes them exempt	Y
From all sorts of sickness and woman's complaints	S
With nothing to hinder if appetite tempt	Y
From eating or drinking as happy as saints	S
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Oh Lord now this pudding so delicate made	Q
And gravy I'm sure with nothing that's rich in	Z
That one of those women who beg as a trade	Q
The whole in one stomach could leisurely pitch in	Z
Is now in my own so terribly painful in feeling	L
Its calls for relief are most loudly appealing	L

Horatio Alger, Jr.

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