Grandfather Squeers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB C DD E BB FF GG HH BB I JJ BB KK LL MM N OO PC QQ CC CC B BB CC RR RR RR RR RR RR OO RR B BB C'My grandfather Squeers ' said The Raggedy Man | A |
As he solemnly lighted his pipe and began | A |
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'The most indestructible man for his years | B |
And the grandest on earth was my grandfather Squeers | B |
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'He said when he rounded his three score and ten | C |
'I've the hang of it now and can do it again ' | - |
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'He had frozen his heels so repeatedly he | D |
Could tell by them just what the weather would be | D |
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'And would laugh and declare 'while the Almanac would | E |
Most falsely prognosticate he never could ' | - |
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'Such a hale constitution had grandfather Squeers | B |
That 'though he'd used ' navy ' for sixty odd years | B |
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'He still chewed a dime's worth six days of the week | F |
While the seventh he passed with a chew in each cheek | F |
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'Then my grandfather Squeers had a singular knack | G |
Of sitting around on the small of his back | G |
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'With his legs like a letter Y stretched o'er the grate | H |
Wherein 'twas his custom to ex pec tor ate | H |
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'He was fond of tobacco in manifold ways | B |
And would sit on the door step of sunshiny days | B |
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'And smoke leaf tobacco he'd raised strictly for | I |
The pipe he'd used all through The Mexican War ' | - |
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And The Raggedy Man said refilling the bowl | J |
Of his own pipe and leisurely picking a coal | J |
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From the stove with his finger and thumb 'You can see | B |
What a tee nacious habit he's fastened on me | B |
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'And my grandfather Squeers took a special delight | K |
In pruning his corns every Saturday night | K |
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'With a horn handled razor whose edge he excused | L |
By saying 'twas one that his grandfather used | L |
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'And though deeply etched in the haft of the same | M |
Was the ever euphonious Wostenholm's name | M |
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''Twas my grandfather's custom to boast of the blade | N |
As 'A Seth Thomas razor the best ever made ' | - |
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'No Old Settlers' Meeting or Pioneers' Fair | O |
Was complete without grandfather Squeers in the chair | O |
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'To lead off the programme by telling folks how | P |
'He used to shoot deer where the Court House stands now' | C |
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'How 'he felt of a truth to live over the past | Q |
When the country was wild and unbroken and vast | Q |
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''That the little log cabin was just plenty fine | C |
For himself his companion and fambly of nine | C |
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''When they didn't have even a pump or a tin | C |
But drunk surface water year out and year in | C |
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''From the old fashioned gourd that was sweeter by odds | B |
Than the goblets of gold at the lips of the gods '' | - |
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Then The Raggedy Man paused to plaintively say | B |
It was clockin' along to'rds the close of the day | B |
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And he'd ought to get back to his work on the lawn | C |
Then dreamily blubbered his pipe and went on | C |
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'His teeth were imperfect my grandfather owned | R |
That he couldn't eat oysters unless they were 'boned' | R |
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'And his eyes were so weak and so feeble of sight | R |
He couldn't sleep with them unless every night | R |
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'He put on his spectacles all he possessed | R |
Three pairs with his goggles on top of the rest | R |
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'And my grandfather always retiring at night | R |
Blew down the lamp chimney to put out the light | R |
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'Then he'd curl up on edge like a shaving in bed | R |
And puff and smoke pipes in his sleep it is said | R |
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'And would snore oftentimes as the legends relate | R |
Till his folks were wrought up to a terrible state | R |
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'Then he'd snort and rear up and roll over and there | O |
In the subsequent hush they could hear him chew air | O |
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'And so glaringly bald was the top of his head | R |
That many's the time he has musingly said | R |
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'As his eyes journeyed o'er its reflex in the glass | B |
'I must set out a few signs of Keep Off the Grass ' | - |
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'So remarkably deaf was my grandfather Squeers | B |
That he had to wear lightning rods over his ears | B |
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'To even hear thunder and oftentimes then | C |
He was forced to request it to thunder again ' | - |
James Whitcomb Riley
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