The Lout Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGG| For Sunday's play he never makes excuse | A |
| But plays at taw and buys his Spanish juice | A |
| Hard as his toil and ever slow to speak | B |
| Yet he gives maidens many a burning cheek | B |
| For none can pass him but his witless grace | C |
| Of bawdry brings the blushes in her face | C |
| As vulgar as the dirt he treads upon | D |
| He calls his cows or drives his horses on | D |
| He knows the lamest cow and strokes her side | E |
| And often tries to mount her back and ride | E |
| And takes her tail at night in idle play | F |
| And makes her drag him homeward all the way | F |
| He knows of nothing but the football match | G |
| And where hens lay and when the duck will hatch | G |
John Clare
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