The Yellow Fly. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCCDDD EEEFFF GGGHII JJJKKK LMMNNN OOOPPP QQQRRR SSSFFF DDDTTT| A TALE WITH A STING IN IT | A |
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| Ah | B |
| There you are | C |
| I was certain I heard a strange voice from afar | C |
| Mamma calls me a pup but I'm wiser than she | D |
| One ear cocked and I hear half an eye and I see | D |
| Wide awake though I doze not a thing escapes me | D |
| - | |
| Yes | E |
| Let me guess | E |
| It's the stable boy's hiss as he wisps down Black Bess | E |
| It sounds like a kettle beginning to sing | F |
| Or a bee on a pane or a moth on the wing | F |
| Or my master's peg top just let loose from the string | F |
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| Well | G |
| Now I smell | G |
| I don't know who you are and I'm puzzled to tell | G |
| You look like a fly dressed in very gay clothes | H |
| But I blush to have troubled my mid day repose | I |
| For a creature not worth half a twitch of my nose | I |
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| How now | J |
| Bow wow wow | J |
| The insect imagines we're playing I vow | J |
| If I pat you I promise you'll find it too hard | K |
| Be off when a watch dog like me is on guard | K |
| Big or little no stranger's allowed in the yard | K |
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| Eh | L |
| Come away | M |
| My dear little master is that what you say | M |
| I am greatly obliged for your kindness and cares | N |
| But I really can manage my own small affairs | N |
| And banish intruders who give themselves airs | N |
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| Snap | O |
| Yap yap yap | O |
| You defy me you pigmy you insolent scrap | O |
| What this to my teeth that have worried a score | P |
| Of the biggest rats bred in the granary floor | P |
| Come on and be swallowed I spare you no more | P |
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| Help | Q |
| Yelp yelp yelp | Q |
| Little master pray save an unfortunate whelp | Q |
| Who began the attack but is now in retreat | R |
| Having shown all his teeth just escapes on his feet | R |
| And is trusting to you to make safety complete | R |
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| Oh | S |
| Let me go | S |
| My poor eye my poor ear my poor tail my poor toe | S |
| Pray excuse my remarks for I meant no such thing | F |
| Don't trouble to come oh the brute's on the wing | F |
| I'd no notion I'm sure there were flies that could sting | F |
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| Dear me | D |
| I can't see | D |
| My nose burns my limbs shake I'm as ill as can be | D |
| I was never in such an undignified plight | T |
| Mamma told me and now I suppose she was right | T |
| One should know what one's after before one shows fight | T |
Juliana Horatia Ewing
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