Fit The Seventh - The Banker's Fate Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD AEAE DFDF GHIH JKJK LMNO PQPQ ARSR TNPNThey 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 |
And the Banker inspired with a courage so new | C |
It was matter for general remark | D |
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view | C |
In his zeal to discover the Snark | D |
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But while he was seeking with thimbles and care | A |
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh | E |
And grabbed at the Banker who shrieked in despair | A |
For he knew it was useless to fly | E |
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He offered large discount he offered a cheque | D |
Drawn to bearer for seven pounds ten | F |
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck | D |
And grabbed at the Banker again | F |
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Without rest or pause while those frumious jaws | G |
Went savagely snapping around | H |
He skipped and he hopped and he floundered and flopped | I |
Till fainting he fell to the ground | H |
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The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared | J |
Led on by that fear stricken yell | K |
And the Bellman remarked It is just as I feared | J |
And solemnly tolled on his bell | K |
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He was black in the face and they scarcely could trace | L |
The least likeness to what he had been | M |
While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white | N |
A wonderful thing to be seen | O |
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To the horror of all who were present that day | P |
He uprose in full evening dress | Q |
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say | P |
What his tongue could no longer express | Q |
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Down he sank in a chair ran his hands through his hair | A |
And chanted in mimsiest tones | R |
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity | S |
While he rattled a couple of bones | R |
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Leave him here to his fate it is getting so late | T |
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright | N |
We have lost half a day Any further delay | P |
And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night | N |
Lewis Carroll
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