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What Chris'mas Fetched The Wigginses Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Wintertime er Summertime	A
Of late years I notice I'm	A
Kindo' like more subjec' to	B
What the weather is Now you	B
Folks 'at lives in town I s'pose	C
Thinks its bully when it snows	C
But the chap 'at chops and hauls	D
Yer wood fer ye and then stalls	D
And snapps tuggs and swingletrees	D
And then has to walk er freeze	D
Haint so much 'stuck on' the snow	E
As stuck in it Bless ye no	E
When its packed and sleighin's good	F
And church in the neighborhood	F
Them 'at's got their girls I guess	D
Takes 'em likely more er less	D
Tell the plain facts o' the case	D
No men folks about our place	D
On'y me and Pap and he	G
'Lows 'at young folks' company	G
Allus made him sick So I	H
Jes don't want and jes don't try	H
Chinkypin the dad burn town	I
'S too fur off to loaf aroun'	I
Either day er night and no	I
Law compellin' me to go	I
'Less 'n some Old Settlers' Day	J
Er big doin's thataway	K
Then to tell the p'inted fac'	I
I've went more so's to come back	I
By old Guthrie's 'still house where	L
Minors has got licker there	L
That's pervidin' we could show 'em	M
Old folks sent fer it from home	N
Visit roun' the neighbors some	M
When the boys wants me to come	M
Coon hunt with 'em er set traps	D
Fer mussrats er jes perhaps	D
Lay in roun' the stove you know	I
And parch corn and let her snow	I
Mostly nights like these you'll be	G
Ef you' got a writ fer me	G
Ap' to skeer me up I guess	D
In about the Wigginses	D
Nothin' roun' our place to keep	O
Me at home with Pap asleep	O
'Fore it's dark and Mother in	I
Mango pickles to her chin	I
And the girls all still as death	P
Piecin' quilts Sence I drawed breath	P
Twenty year' ago and heerd	J
Some girls whispern' so's it 'peared	J
Like they had a row o' pins	D
In their mouth right there begins	D
My first rickollections built	J
On that air blame old piece quilt	J
	-
Summertime it's jes the same	Q
'Cause I've noticed and I claim	Q
As I said afore I'm more	R
Subjec' to the weather shore	R
'Proachin' my majority	J
Than I ever ust to be	J
Callin' back last Summer say	D
Don't seem hardly past away	D
With night closin' in and all	S
S' lonesome like in the dew fail	T
Bats ad drat their ugly muggs	D
Flickern' by and lightnin' bugs	D
Huckstern' roun' the airly night	J
Little sickly gasps o' light	J
Whip poor wills like all possessed	J
Moanin' out their mournfullest	J
Frogs and katydids and things	D
Jes clubs in and sings and sings	D
Their ding dangdest Stock's all fed	J
And Pap's washed his feet fer bed	J
Mother and the girls all down	I
At the milk shed foolin' roun'	I
No wunder 'at I git blue	B
And lite out and so would you	B
I caint stay aroun' no place	D
Whur they haint no livin' face	D
'Crost the fields and thue the gaps	D
Of the hills they's friends perhaps	D
Waitin' somers 'at kin be	J
Kindo' comfertin' to me	J
	-
Neighbors all 'is plenty good	J
Scattered thue this neighberhood	J
Yit of all I like to jes	D
Drap in on the Wigginses	D
Old man and old lady too	J
'Pear like makes so much o' you	J
Least they've allus pampered me	J
Like one of the fambily	B
The boys too 's all thataway	D
Want you jes to come and stay	J
Price and Chape and Mandaville	B
Poke Chasteen and 'Catfish Bill'	B
Poke's the runt of all the rest	J
But he's jes the beatinest	J
Little schemer fer fourteen	I
Anybody ever seen	I
'Like his namesake ' old man claims	D
'Jeems K Poke the first o' names	D
Full o' tricks and jokes and you	J
Never know what Poke's go' do '	-
Genius too that air boy is	D
With them awk'ard hands o' his	D
Gits this blame pokeberry juice	D
Er some stuff fer ink and goose	D
Quill pen p'ints And then he'll draw	U
Dogdest pictures yevver saw	U
Er make deers and eagles good	J
As a writin' teacher could	J
Then they's two twin boys they've riz	D
Of old Coonrod Wigginses	D
'At's deceast and glad of it	J
'Cause his widder's livin' yit	J
	-
Course the boys is mostly jes'	D
Why I go to Wigginses	D
Though Melviney sometimes she	J
Gits her slate and algebry	U
And jes' sets there ciphern' thue	P
Sums old Ray hisse'f caint do	J
Jes' sets there and tilts her chair	U
Forreds tel 'pear like her hair	U
Jes' spills in her lap and then	I
She jes' dips it up again	I
With her hands as white I swan	I
As the apern she's got on	I
	-
Talk o' hospitality	J
Go to Wigginses with me	J
Overhet or froze plum thue	P
You'll find welcome waitin' you	J
Th'ow out yer tobacker 'fore	U
You set foot acrost that floor	U
'Got to eat whatever's set	J
Got to drink whatever's wet '	-
Old man's sentimuns them's his	D
And means jes the best they is	D
Then he lights his pipe and she	J
The old lady presen'ly	B
She lights her'n and Chape and Poke	I
I haint got none ner don't smoke	I
In the crick afore their door	U
Sorto so's 'at I'd be shore	U
Drownded mine one night and says	D
'I won't smoke at Wigginses '	-
Price he's mostly talkin' 'bout	J
Politics and 'thieves turned out'	J
What he's go' to be ef he	J
Ever 'gits there' and 'we'll see '	-
Poke he 'lows they's blame few men	I
Go' to hold their breath tel then	I
Then Melviney smiles as she	J
Goes on with her algebry	U
And the clouds clear and the room's	D
Sweeter 'n crabapple blooms	D
That Melviney she' got some	M
Most surprisin' ways I gum	M
Don't 'pear like she ever says	D
Nothin' yit you'll listen jes	D
Like she was a talkin' and	J
Half way seem to understand	J
But not quite Poke does I know	I
'Cause he good as told me so	I
Poke's her favo rite and he	J
That is confidentially	J
He's my favo rite and I	H
Got my whurfore and my why	H
	-
I haint never ben no hand	J
Much at talkin' understand	J
But they's thoughts o' mine 'at's jes	I
Jealous o' them Wigginses	I
Gift o' talkin 's what they got	J
Whether they want to er not	J
F'r instunce start the old man on	I
Huntin' scrapes 'fore game was gone	I
'Way back in the Forties when	I
Bears stold pigs right out the pen	I
Er went waltzin' 'crost the farm	V
With a bee hive on their arm	V
And sir ping the old man's gun	I
Has plumped over many a one	I
Firin' at him from afore	U
That air very cabin door	U
Yes and painters prowlin' 'bout	J
Allus darkest nights Lay out	J
Clost yer cattle Great big red	J
Eyes a blazin' in their head	J
Glittern' 'long the timber line	I
Shine out some and then un shine	I
And shine back Then stiddy whizz	I
'N there yer Mr Painter is	I
With a hole bored spang between	I
Them air eyes Er start Chasteen	I
Say on blooded racin' stock	I
Ef you want to hear him talk	I
Er tobacker how to raise	I
Store and k yore it so's she pays	I
The old lady and she'll cote	J
Scriptur' tel she'll git yer vote	J
	-
Prove to you 'at wrong is right	J
Jes as plain as black is white	J
Prove when you're asleep in bed	J
You're a standin' on yer head	J
And yer train 'at's goin' West	J
'S goin' East its level best	J
And when bees dies it's their wings	I
Wears out and a thousand things	I
And the boys is 'chips ' you know	I
'Off the old block' So I go	I
To the Wigginses 'cause jes	I
'Cause I like the Wigginses	I
Even ef Melviney she	J
Hardly 'pears to notice me	J
	-
Rid to Chinkypin this week	I
Yisterd'y No snow to speak	I
Of and didn't have no sleigh	J
Anyhow so as I say	J
I rid in and froze one ear	U
And both heels and I don't keer	U
'Mother and the girls kin jes	J
Bother 'bout their Chris'mases	J
Next time fer theirse'vs I jack '	-
Thinks says I a startin' back	I
Whole durn meal bag full of things	J
Wrapped in paper sacks and strings	J
Liable to snap their holt	J
Jes at any little jolt	J
That in front o' me and wind	J
With nicks in it 'at jes skinned	J
Me alive I'm here to say	J
Nine mile' hossback thataway	H
Would a walked my log But as	J
Somepin' allus comes to pass	J
As I topped old Guthrie's hill	B
Saw a buggy front the 'Still	B
P'inted home'ards and a thin	I
Little chap jes climbin' in	I
Six more minutes I were there	U
On the groun's' And course it were	U
It were little Poke and he	J
Nearly fainted to see me	J
'You ben in to	J