Blue And Red: Or, The Discontented Lobster Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Blue And Red: Or, The Discontented Lobster Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Permit me Reader to make my bow	A
And allow	A
Me to humbly commend to your tender mercies	B
The hero of these simple verses	C
By domicile of the British Nation	D
By birth and family a Crustacean	D
One's hero should have a name that rare is	E
And his was Homarus but Vulgaris	E
A Lobster who dwelt with several others	E
His sisters and brothers	E
In a secluded but happy home	F
Under the salt sea's foam	F
It lay	G
At the outermost point of a rocky bay	G
A sandy tide pooly cliff bound cove	H
With a red roofed fishing village above	I
Of irregular cottages perched up high	J
Amid pale yellow poppies next to the sky	J
Shells and pebbles and wrack below	K
And shrimpers shrimping all in a row	K
Tawny sails and tarry boats	E
Dark brown nets and old cork floats	E
Nasty smells at the nicest spots	E
And blue jerseyed sailors and lobster pots	E
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It is sweet to be	L
At home in the deep deep sea	L
It is very pleasant to have the power	M
To take the air on dry land for an hour	M
And when the mid day midsummer sun	D
Is toasting the fields as brown as a bun	D
And the sands are baking it's very nice	E
To feel as cool as a strawberry ice	E
In one's own particular damp sea cave	N
Dipping one's feelers in each green wave	N
It is good for a very rapacious maw	O
When storm tossed morsels come to the claw	O
And 'the better to see with' down below	K
To wash one's eyes in the ebb and flow	K
Of the tides that come and the tides that go	K
So sang the Lobsters thankful for their mercies	E
All but the hero of these simple verses	E
Now a hero	K
If he's worth the grand old name	P
Though temperature may change from boiling point to zero	K
Should keep his temper all the same	P
Courageous and content in his estate	Q
And proof against the spiteful blows of Fate	Q
It therefore troubles me to have to say	G
That with this Lobster it was never so	K
Whate'er the weather or the sort of day	G
No matter if the tide were high or low	K
Whatever happened he was never pleased	R
And not himself alone but all his kindred teased	R
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Oh oh	K
What a world of woe	K
We flounder about in here below	K
Oh dear oh dear	S
It is too too dull down here	T
I haven't the slightest patience	E
With any of my relations	E
I take no interest whatever	M
In things they call curious and clever	M
And for love of dear truth I state it	U
As for my Home I hate it	U
I'm convinced I was formed for a larger sphere	S
And am utterly out of my element here	T
Then his brothers and sisters said	V
Each solemnly shaking his and her head	V
You put your complaints in most beautiful verse	E
And yet we are sure	W
That in spite of all you have to endure	W
You might go much farther and fare much worse	E
We wish you could live in a higher sphere	S
But we think you might live happily here	T
I don't live I only exist he said	V
Be pleased to look upon me as dead	V
And he swam to his cave and took to his bed	V
He sulked so long that the sisters cried	X
Perhaps he has really and truly died	X
But the brothers went to the cave to peep	Y
For they said Perhaps he is only asleep	Y
They found him far too busy to talk	Z
With a very large piece of bad salt pork	A2
Dear Brother what luck you have had to day	G
Can you tell us pray	G
Is there any more pork afloat in the bay	G
But not a word would my hero say	G
Except to repeat with sad persistence	E
This is not life it's only existence	E
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One day there came to the fishing village	B2
An individual bent on pillage	C2
But a robber whom true scientific feeling	D2
May find guilty of picking but not of stealing	D2
He picked the yellow poppies on the cliffs	E
He picked the feathery seaweeds in the pools	E
He picked the odds and ends from nets and skiffs	E
He picked the brains of all the country fools	E
He dried the poppies for his own herbarium	E2
And caught the Lobsters for a seaside town aquarium	E2
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Tank No is deep	Y
Tank No is cool	F2
For clever contrivances always keep	Y
The water fresh in the pool	F2
And a very fine plate glass window is free to the public view	G2
Through which you can stare at the passers by and the passers by stare at you	G2
Said my hero This is a great variety	L
From those dull old rocks where we'd no society	L
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For the primal cause of incidents	E
One often hunts about	H2
When it's only a coincidence	E
That matters so turned out	H2
And I do not know the reason	D
Or the reason I would tell	I2
But it may have been the season	D
Why my hero chose this moment for casting off his shell	I2
He had hitherto been dressed	J2
And so had all the rest	J2
In purplish navy blue from top to toe	K
But now his coat was new	G2
It was of every shade of blue	G2
Between azure and the deepest indigo	K
And his sisters kept telling him till they were tired	K2
There never was any one so much admired	K2
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My hero was happy at last you will say	G
So he was dear Reader two nights and a day	G
Then as he and his relatives lay	G
Each at the mouth of his mock	L2
Cave in the face of a miniature rock	L2
They saw descending the opposite cliff	M2
By jerks spasmodic of elbows stiff	M2
Now hurriedly slipping now seeming calmer	M
With the ease and the grace of a hog in armour	M
And as solemn as any ancient palmer	M
No less than nine	N2
Exceedingly fine	N2
And full grown lobsters all in a line	N2
But the worst of the matter remains to be said	V
These nine big lobsters were all of them red	V
And when they got safe to the floor of the tank	O2
For which they had chiefly good luck to thank	O2
They settled their cumbersome coats of mail	P2
And every lobster tucked his tail	P2
Neatly under him as he sat	Q2
In a circle of nine for a cosy chat	Q2
They seemed to be sitting hand in hand	R2
As shoulder to shoulder they sat in the sand	R2
And waved their antenn in calm rotation	D
Apparently holding a consultation	D
But what were the feelings of Master Blue Shell	I2
Oh gentle Reader how shall I tell	I2
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From the moment that those Nine he saw	O
He never could bear his blue coat more	S2
Oh Brothers in misfortune he said	V
Did you ever see any lobsters so grand	R2
As those who sit down there in the sand	R2
Why were we born at all since not one of us all was born red	V
Dear Brother indeed this is quite a whim	T2
So his brothers and sisters reasoned with him	T2
And being exceedingly cultivated	U2
The case with remarkable fairness stated	V2
Red is a primary colour it's true	G2
But so is Blue	G2
And we all of us think dear Brother	M
That one is quite as good as the other	M
A swaggering soldier's a saucy varlet	V2
Though he looks uncommonly well in scarlet	V2
No doubt there's much to be said	V2
For a field of poppies of glowing red	V2
For fiery rifts in sunset skies	E
Roses and blushes and red sunrise	E
For a glow on the Alps and the glow of a forge	W2
A foxglove bank in a woodland gorge	W2
Sparks that are struck from red hot bars	E
The sun in a mist and the red star Mars	E
Flowers of countless shades and shapes	E
Matadors' judges' and gipsies' capes	E
The red haired king who was killed in the wood	V2
Robin Redbreast and little Red Riding Hood	V2
Autumn maple and winter holly	L
Red letter days of wisdom or folly	L
The scarlet ibis rose cockatoos	E
Cardinal's gloves and Karen's shoes	E
Coral and rubies and huntsmen's pink	X2
Red in short is splendid we think	X2
But then we don't think there's a pin to choose	E
If the Guards are handsome so are the Blues	E
It's a narrow choice between Sappers and Gunners	E
You sow blue beans and rear scarlet runners	E
Then think of the blue of a mid day sky	J
Of the sea and the hills and a Scotchman's eye	J
Of peacock's feathers forget me nots	E
Worcester china and jap tea pots	E
The blue that the western sky wears casually	L
Sapphire turquoise and lapis lazuli	L
What can look smarter	M
Than the broad blue ribbon of Knights of the Garter	M
And if the subject is not too shocking	D2
An intellectual lady's stocking	D2
And who that loves hues	E
Could fail to mention	D
The wonderful blues	E
Of the mountain gentian	D
But to all that his brothers and sisters said	V2
He made no reply but I wish I were dead	V2
I'm all over blue and I want to be red	V2
And he moped and pined and took to his bed	V2
That little one looks uncommonly sickly	L
Put him back in the sea and put him back quickly	L
The voice that spoke was the voice of Fate	V2
And the lobster was soon in his former state	V2
Where as of old he muttered and mumbled	V2
And growled and grumbled	V2
Oh dear what shall I do	V2
I want to be red and I'm all over blue	V2
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I don't think I ever met with a book	Y2
The evil genius of which was a cook	Y2
But it thus befell	I2
In the tale I have the honour to tell	I2
For as he was fretting and fuming about	V2
A fisherman fished my hero out	V2
And in process of time he heard a voice	E
Which made him rejoice	E
The voice was the cook's and what she said	V2
Was He'll soon come out a beautiful red	V2
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He was put in the pot	V2
The water was very hot	V2
The less we say about this the better	M
It was all fulfilled to the very letter	M
He did become a beautiful red	V2
But then which he did not expect he was dead	V2
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Some gentle readers cannot well endure	W
To see the ill end of a bad beginning	D2
And hope against hope for a nicer cure	W
For naughty heroes than to leave off sinning	D2
And yet persisting in behaving badly	L
Do what one will does commonly end sadly	L
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But things in general are so much mixed	V2
That every case must stand upon its merits	E
And folks' opinions are so little fixed	V2
And no one knows the least what he inherits	E
I should be glad to shed some parting glory	L
Upon the hero of this simple story	L
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It seems to me a mean end to a ballad	V2
But the truth is he was made into salad	V2
It's not how one's hero should end his days	E
In a mayonnaise	E
But I'm told that he looked exceedingly nice	E
With cream coloured sauce and pale green lettuce and ice	E
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I confess that if he'd been my relation	D
This would not afford me any consolation	D
For I feel though one likes to speak well of the dead	V2
That it must be said	V2
He need not have died so early lamented	V2
If he'd been content to live contented	V2
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P S His claws were raised to very high stations	E
They keep the earwigs from our carnations	E