To My Father's Business Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIIJKLJJJAMLL NJNJNNFLOPMDPNMGLNQP RPJJJPPFMFJPJSTJULNN JSUUUUPVVLTWP

Leo bends over his deskA
Gazing at a memorandumB
While Stuart stands beside himC
With a smile sayingD
'Leo the order for those desksE
Came in todayF
From Youngstown Needle and Thread 'G
C Loth Inc there you areH
Like Balboa the conquerorI
Of those who want to buy office furnitureI
Or bar fixturesJ
In nineteen forty in Cincinnati OhioK
Secretaries pound outL
Invoices on antique typewritersJ
DactyllographsJ
And fingernail bitersJ
I am sitting on a deskA
Looking at my daddyM
Who is proud of but feels unsure aboutL
Some aspects of his little laddieL
I will go on to exploreN
Deep and or nonsensical themesJ
While my father's on the dark hardwood floorN
Hit by a couple of Ohio sunbeamsJ
Kenny he says some day you'll work in the storeN
But I felt 'never more' or 'never ever'N
Harvard was far awayF
World War Two was distantL
Psychoanalysis was extremely expensiveO
All of these saved me from youP
C Loth you made my father happyM
I saw his face shiningD
He laughed a lot working in youP
He said to Miss RitterN
His secretaryM
'Ritt this is my boy Kenny 'G
'Hello there Kenny ' she saidL
My heart in an uproarN
I loved you but couldn't thinkQ
Of staying with youP
I can see the virtues nowR
That could come from being in youP
A sense of balanceJ
Compromise and acceptanceJ
Not isolated moments of brillianceJ
Like a girl without a shoeP
But someone that youP
Care for every dayF
Need for customers and the economyM
Don't go awayF
There were little pamphletsJ
Distributed in youP
About success in businessJ
Each about eight to twelve pages longS
One whole series of themT
All ended with the wordsJ
'P S He got the job'U
One a story about a boy who saidL
'I swept up the street SirN
Before you got up ' OrN
'There were five hundred extra cataloguesJ
So I took them to people in the city who have a dog'S
P S He got the jobU
I didn't get the jobU
I didn't think that I could do the jobU
I thought I might go crazy in the jobU
Staying in youP
You whom I could loveV
But not be part ofV
The secretaries clickedL
Their Smith Coronas closed at five p mT
And took the streetcars to Kentucky thenW
And I left tooP

Kenneth Koch



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