Wortermelon Time Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFGDHF IGJIJ KDKD ILMGLG NGOPGP QRFQS TUVUU UGWXUXW UUUU YUU ZIZII UA2GB2A2UB2 IBIB| Old wortermelon time is a comin' round again | A |
| And they ain't no man a livin' any tickleder'n me | B |
| Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin | C |
| Which is the why and wharefore as you can plainly see | B |
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| Oh it's in the sandy soil wortermelons does the best | D |
| And it's thare they'll lay and waller in the sunshine and | E |
| the dew | F |
| Tel they wear all the green streaks clean off of theyr | G |
| breast | D |
| And you bet I ain't a findin' any fault with them ain't | H |
| you | F |
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| They ain't no better thing in the vegetable line | I |
| And they don't need much 'tendin' as ev'ry farmer | G |
| knows | J |
| And when theyr ripe and ready fer to pluck from the vine | I |
| I want to say to you theyr the best fruit that grows | J |
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| It's some likes the yeller core and some likes the red | K |
| And it's some says 'The Little Californy' is the best | D |
| But the sweetest slice of all I ever wedged in my head | K |
| Is the old 'Edingburg Mounting sprout ' of the west | D |
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| You don't want no punkins nigh your wortermelon | I |
| vines | L |
| 'Cause some way another they'll spile your melons | M |
| shore | G |
| I've seed 'em taste like punkins from the core to the rines | L |
| Which may be a fact you have heerd of before | G |
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| But your melons that's raised right and 'tended to with | N |
| care | G |
| You can walk around amongst 'em with a parent's | O |
| pride and joy | P |
| And thump 'em on the heads with as fatherly a air | G |
| As ef each one of them was your little girl er boy | P |
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| I joy in my hart jest to hear that rippin' sound | Q |
| When you split one down the back and jolt the halves | R |
| in two | F |
| And the friends you love the best is gethered all around | Q |
| And you says unto your sweethart 'Oh here's the | S |
| core fer you ' | - |
| - | |
| And I like to slice 'em up in big pieces fer 'em all | T |
| Espeshally the childern and watch theyr high delight | U |
| As one by one the rines with theyr pink notches falls | V |
| And they holler fer some more with unquenched | U |
| appetite | U |
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| Boys takes to it natchurl and I like to see 'em eat | U |
| A slice of wortermelon's like a frenchharp in theyr | G |
| hands | W |
| And when they 'saw' it through theyr mouth sich music | X |
| can't be beat | U |
| 'Cause it's music both the sperit and the stummick | X |
| understands | W |
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| Oh they's more in wortermelons than the purty colored | U |
| meat | U |
| And the overflowin' sweetness of the worter squshed | U |
| betwixt | U |
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| The up'ard and the down'ard motions of a feller's teeth | Y |
| And it's the taste of ripe old age and juicy childhood | U |
| mixed | U |
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| Fer I never taste a melon but my thoughts flies away | Z |
| To the summertime of youth and again I see the dawn | I |
| And the fadin' afternoon of the long summer day | Z |
| And the dusk and dew a fallin' and the night a comin' | I |
| on | I |
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| And thare's the corn around us and the lispin' leaves and | U |
| trees | A2 |
| And the stars a peekin' down on us as still as silver | G |
| mice | B2 |
| And us boys in the wortermelons on our hands and knees | A2 |
| And the new moon hangin' ore us like a yeller cored | U |
| slice | B2 |
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| Oh it's wortermelon time is a comin' round again | I |
| And they ain't no man a livin' any tickleder'n me | B |
| Fer the way I hanker after wortermelons is a sin | I |
| Which is the why and wharefore as you can plainly see | B |
James Whitcomb Riley
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