The Story Of Rud Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCB DDEE FFGG HHA II J KKLLMMNNOOPPB| Once for a tight little Island fonder of ha'pence than kicks | A |
| Rud a maker of verses sang of an Empire of Bricks | A |
| Sang of the Sons of that Empire told them they came of the Blood | B |
| Rubbing it under their noses Read ye the Story of Rud | B |
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| Pleased was the Public to hear it rose in their hundreds to sing | C |
| Swallowed it chewed it and gurgled 'Verily this is the thing | C |
| Thus do we wallop our foemen roll 'em away in the mud | B |
| This is the People that we are Glory and laurels for Rud ' | - |
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| Later he pictured a Panic later he pictured a Scare | D |
| Pictured the burning of coast towns skies in a reddening glare | D |
| Pictured the Mafficking Million collared abortive alone | E |
| Out of the duty he owed them pictured them down to the bone | E |
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| Sick was the Public to read it passed it along to 'the Sports' | F |
| 'Fools in the full flannelled breeches oafs in the muddy patched shorts' | F |
| Loafers and talkers and writers furtively whispering low | G |
| 'Say that it's like 'em it may be nobody ever need know | G |
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| 'Rud would he drive us to Barracks make of us militant hordes | H |
| Broke to the spit of the pom pom trained to the flashing of swords | H |
| Pooh It is these that he goes for Sport is the bubble he pricks | A |
| Doubt not but we are The People Bricks of an Empire of Bricks ' | - |
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| What of that maker of verses Did he not answer the call | I |
| 'Loafers and talkers and writers children or knaves are ye all | I |
| Look at the lines ere ye quote them read ere ye cackle as geese ' | - |
| Nay But he passed from The People left them to stew in their grease | J |
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| But a hyphen ish growl makes answer 'Ye that would take from the whole | K |
| The one line robbed of the context nor win to the straight set Goal | K |
| Is it thus ye will fend the warning thus ye will move the shame | L |
| From the Mob that watch by the thousand to the dozens that play the game | L |
| Still will ye pay at the turnstile thronging the rope ringed Match | M |
| Where the half back fumbles the leather or the deep field butters the catch | M |
| Will ye thank your gods being 'umble that the fool and the oaf are found | N |
| In the field at the goal or the wicket and not in the seats around | N |
| Not in the Saturday Squallers men of a higher grade | O |
| That lay down a law they know not of a game that they have not played | O |
| Holding the folly of flannel still will ye teach the Schools | P |
| That Wisdom is dressed in shoddy and how should the Wise be fools | P |
| Not doubting but ye are The People ye are the Sons of The Blood | B |
| Loafers and talkers and writers Read ye the Verses of Rud ' | - |
John Kendall (dum-dum)
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