Fit The Eighth - The Vanishing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEF GFGF HIJK LMLM ANAN OFOF PQPQ| They sought it with thimbles they sought it with care | A |
| They pursued it with forks and hope | B |
| They threatened its life with a railway share | A |
| They charmed it with smiles and soap | B |
| They shuddered to think that the chase might fail | C |
| And the Beaver excited at last | D |
| Went bounding along on the tip of its tail | C |
| For the daylight was nearly past | D |
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| There is Thingumbob shouting the Bellman said | E |
| He is shouting like mad only hark | F |
| He is waving his hands he is wagging his head | E |
| He has certainly found a Snark | F |
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| They gazed in delight while the Butcher exclaimed | G |
| He was always a desperate wag | F |
| They beheld him their Baker their hero unnamed | G |
| On the top of a neighbouring crag | F |
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| Erect and sublime for one moment of time | H |
| In the next that wild figure they saw | I |
| As if stung by a spasm plunge into a chasm | J |
| While they waited and listened in awe | K |
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| It's a Snark was the sound that first came to their ears | L |
| And seemed almost too good to be true | M |
| Then followed a torrent of laughter and cheers | L |
| Then the ominous words It's a Boo | M |
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| Then silence Some fancied they heard in the air | A |
| A weary and wandering sigh | N |
| That sounded like jum but the others declare | A |
| It was only a breeze that went by | N |
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| They hunted till darkness came on but they found | O |
| Not a button or feather or mark | F |
| By which they could tell that they stood on the ground | O |
| Where the Baker had met with the Snark | F |
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| In the midst of the word he was trying to say | P |
| In the midst of his laughter and glee | Q |
| He had softly and suddenly vanished away | P |
| For the Snark was a Boojum you see | Q |
Lewis Carroll
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