Tradin' Joe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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I'm one o' these cur'ous kind o' chapsA
You think you know when you don't perhapsA
I hain't no fool ner I don't p'tendB
To be so smart I could rickommendB
Myself fer a CONGERSSMAN my friendB
But I'm kind o' betwixt and between you knowC
One o' these fellers 'at folks call slowC
And I'll say jest here I'm kind o' queerD
Regardin' things 'at I SEE and HEARE
Fer I'm THICK o' hearin' SOMETIMES andB
It's hard to git me to understandB
But other times it hain't you betB
Fer I don't sleep with both eyes shetB
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I've swapped a power in stock and soC
The neighbers calls me Tradin' JoeC
And I'm goin' to tell you 'bout a tradeB
And one o' the best I ever madeB
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Folks has gone so fur's to sayF
'At I'm well fixed in a WORLDLY wayF
And BEIN' so and a WIDOWERG
It's not su'prisin' as you'll inferG
I'm purty handy among the sectB
Widders especially rickollectB
And I won't deny that along o' lateB
I've hankered a heap fer the married stateB
But some way o' 'nother the longer we waitB
The harder it is to discover a mateB
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Marshall Thomas a friend o' mineH
Doin' some in the tradin' lineH
But a'most too YOUNG to know it allI
On'y at PICNICS er some BALLI
Says to me in a banterin' wayF
As 'we was a loadin' stock one dayF
You're a huntin' a wife and I want you to seeJ
My girl's mother at KankakeeJ
She hain't over forty good lookin' and spryK
And jest the woman to fill your eyeK
And I'm a goin' there Sund'y and now says heJ
I want to take you along with MEJ
And you marry HER and he says by 'shaw IK
You'll hev me fer yer son in lawL
I studied a while and says I Well I'llM
First have to see ef she suits my styleM
And ef she does you kin bet your lifeN
Your mother in law will be my wifeN
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Well Sundy come and I fixed up someO
Putt on a collar I did by gumO
Got down my plug and my satin vestB
You wouldn't know me to see me dressedB
But any one knows ef you got the clothesP
You kin go in the crowd wher' the best of 'em goesQ
And I greeced my boots and combed my hairR
Keerfully over the bald place thereR
And Marshall Thomas and me that dayF
Eat our dinners with Widder GrayF
And her girl Han'H
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Well jest a glanceS
O' the widder's smilin' countenanceT
A cuttin' up chicken and big pot piesU
Would make a man hungry in ParadiseV
And passin' p'serves and jelly and cakeW
'At would make an ANGEL'S appetite ACHEW
Pourin' out coffee as yaller as goldB
Twic't as much as the cup could holdB
La it was rich And then she'd sayF
Take some o' THIS ' in her coaxin' wayF
Tell ef I'd been a hoss I'd 'a' FOUNDERED shoreX
And jest dropped dead on her white oak floorX
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Well the way I talked would 'a' done you goodB
Ef you'd 'a' been there to 'a' understoodB
Tel I noticed Hanner and Marshall theyF
Was a noticin' me in a cur'ous wayF
So I says to myse'f says I Now JoeC
The best thing fer you is to jest go slowC
And I simmered down and let them doB
The bulk o' the talkin' the evening throughB
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And Marshall was still in a talkative gaitB
When he left that evening tolable lateB
How do you like her he says to meJ
Says I She suits to a 'T Y TEE'B
And then I ast how matters stoodB
With him in the OPPOSITE neighberhoodB
Bully he says I ruther guessY
I'll finally git her to say the 'yes '-
I named it to her to night and sheJ
Kind o' smiled and said 'SHE'D SEE'Y
And that's a purty good sign says heJ
Yes says I you're ahead o' MEJ
And then he laughed and said GO INH
And patted me on the shoulder ag'inH
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Well ever sense then I've been ridin' a goodB
Deal through the Kankakee neighberhoodB
And I make it convenient sometimes to stopZ
And hitch a few minutes and kind o' dropZ
In at the widder's and talk o' the cropZ
And one thing o' 'nother And week afore lastB
The notion struck me as I drove pastB
I'd stop at the place and state my caseY
Might as well do it at first as lastB
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I felt first rate so I hitched at the gateB
And went up to the house and strange to relateB
MARSHALL THOMAS had dropped in TOOB
Glad to see you sir how do you doB
He says says he Well it SOUNDED QUEERD
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And when Han' told me to take a cheerD
Marshall got up and putt out o' the roomA2
And motioned his hand fer the WIDDER to comeO
I didn't say nothin' fer quite a spellB2
But thinks I to myse'f There's a dog in the wellB2
And Han' SHE smiled so cur'ous at meJ
Says I What's up And she says says sheJ
Marshall's been at me to marry ag'inH
And I told him 'no ' jest as you come inH
Well somepin' o' 'nother in that girl's voiceY
Says to me Joseph here's your choiceY
And another minute her guileless breastB
Was lovin'ly throbbin' ag'in my vestB
And then I kissed her and heerd a smackC2
Come like a' echo a flutterin' backC2
And we looked around and in full viewB
Marshall was kissin' the widder tooB
Well we all of us laughed in our glad su'priseY
Tel the tears come A STREAMIN' out of our eyesY
And when Marsh said 'Twas the squarest tradeB
That ever me and him had madeB
We both shuck hands 'y jucks and sworeX
We'd stick together ferevermoreX
And old Squire Chipman tuck us the tripD2
And Marshall and me's in pardnershipD2

James Whitcomb Riley



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