My Chinee Cook Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDB EEBB FFBB GGBB HHDB IIBB JJBBAADB KK BB LLBB MMBB NNBB KKBB KKBB KKDB| They who say the bush is dull are not so very far astray | A |
| For this eucalyptic cloisterdom is anything but gay | A |
| But its uneventful dulness I contentedly could brook | B |
| If I only could get back my lost lamented Chinee cook | B |
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| We had tried them without number cooks to wit my wife and I | C |
| One a week then three a fortnight as my wife can testify | C |
| But at last we got the right one I may say 'twas by a fluke | D |
| For he dropped in miscellaneous like that handy Chinee cook | B |
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| He found the kitchen empty laid his swag down and commenced | E |
| My wife surprised found nothing to say anything against | E |
| But she asked him for how much a year the work he undertook | B |
| Me workee for me ration said that noble Chinee cook | B |
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| Then right off from next to nothing such a dinner he prepared | F |
| That the Governor I'm certain less luxuriously fared | F |
| And he waited too in spotless white with such respectful look | B |
| And bowed his head when grace was said that pious Chinee cook | B |
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| He did the work of man and maid made beds and swept out rooms | G |
| Nor cooled he in his zeal as is the manner of new brooms | G |
| Oh he shed celestial brightness on the most sequestered nook | B |
| For his mop and pail were everywhere my cleanly Chinee cook | B |
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| We got fat upon his cooking we were happy in those days | H |
| For he tickled up our palates in a thousand pleasant ways | H |
| Oh his dinners Oh his dinners they were fit for any duke | D |
| Oh delectable Mongolian Oh celestial Chinee cook | B |
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| There was nothing in creation that he didn't put to use | I |
| And the less he got to cook with all the more he could produce | I |
| All nature was his kitchen range likewise his cook'ry book | B |
| Neither Soyer nor Meg Dod could teach that knowing Chinee cook | B |
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| And day by day upon my wife and me the mystery grew | J |
| How his virtues were so many and his earnings were so few | J |
| And we laid our heads together to find out by hook or crook | B |
| The secret of the cheapness of that priceless Chinee cook | B |
| And still the sense of mystery grew on us day by day | A |
| Till it came to be a trouble and we wished him well away | A |
| But we could not find a fault in one so far above rebuke | D |
| Ah we didn't know the value of that valuable cook | B |
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| But one day when I was out he brought my wife a lot of things | K |
| Turquoise earrings opal bracelets ruby brooches diamond rings | K |
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| And he ran their various prices o'er as glibly as a book | B |
| And dirt cheap too were the jewels of that jewel of a cook | B |
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| I returned and just in time to stop the purchase of the lot | L |
| And to ask him where on earth those costly jewels he had got | L |
| And when I looked him in the face good gracious how he shook | B |
| And he says says he Me bought him did that trembling Chinee cook | B |
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| And I a justice of the peace O Fortune how unkind | M |
| For a certain Sydney robbery came rushing to my mind | M |
| You bought them Ah I fear me John you paid them with a hook | B |
| I am bound to apprehend you oh unhappy Chinee cook | B |
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| So the mystery was solved at length the secret now we saw | N |
| John had used us as a refuge from the clutches of the law | N |
| And now alas too late would I his frailty overlook | B |
| He is gone and I am left without my skilful Chinee cook | B |
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| Oh could I taste again of those delicious luscious things | K |
| I could pardon him the robbery of other people's rings | K |
| I exaggerated principle my duty I mistook | B |
| When I handed over to the law my peerless Chinee cook | B |
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| What would I give just now for one of his superb ragouts | K |
| His entrements his entr es his incomparable stews | K |
| Oh art and taste and piquancy my happy board forsook | B |
| When I came the J P over my lamented Chinee cook | B |
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| Take away the hated letters 'Twas my justice robbed my peace | K |
| Take my name from the commission and my matchless cook release | K |
| But I fear my Johnny's dead for I am haunted by a spook | D |
| With oblique eyes and a pigtail like my lost my Chinee cook | B |
James Brunton Stephens
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