Lays Of Sorrow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEFGHAHFIIJJAAKK AILIALMNOHNAAPM QRQQQQ STTTTTNNT CUC TCT TTVAAVTTT

The day was wet the rain fell souseA
Like jars of strawberry jam aB
sound was heard in the old henhouseA
A beating of a hammerC
Of stalwart form and visage warmD
Two youths were seen within itE
Splitting up an old tree into perches for their poultryF
At a hundred strokes a minuteG
The work is done the hen has takenH
Possession of her nest and eggsA
Without a thought of eggs and baconH
Or I am very much mistaken happyF
She turns over each shellI
To be sure that all's wellI
Looks into the strawJ
To see there's no flawJ
Goes once round the houseA
Half afraid of a mouseA
Then sinks calmly to restK
On the top of her nestK
First doubling up each of her legsA
Time rolled away and so did every shellI
'Small by degrees and beautifully less 'L
As the large mother with a powerful spellI
Forced each in turn its contents to expressA
But ah 'imperfect is expression 'L
Some poet said I don't care whoM
If you want to know you must go elsewhereN
One fact I can tell if you're willing to hearO
He never attended a Parliament SessionH
For I'm certain that if he had ever been thereN
Full quickly would he have changed his ideasA
With the hissings the hootings the groans and the cheersA
And as to his name it is pretty clearP
That it wasn't me and it wasn't youM
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And so it fell upon a dayQ
That is it never rose againR
A chick was found upon the hayQ
Its little life had ebbed awayQ
No longer frolicsome and gayQ
No longer could it run or playQ
'And must we chicken must we part '-
Its master cried with bursting heartS
And voice of agony and painT
So one whose ticket's marked 'Return'T
When to the lonely roadside stationT
He flies in fear and perturbationT
Thinks of his home the hissing urnT
Then runs with flying hat and hairN
And entering finds to his despairN
He's missed the very last trainT
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Too long it were to tell of each conjectureC
Of chicken suicide and poultry victimU
The deadly frown the stern and dreary lectureC
The timid guess 'perhaps some needle pricked him '-
The din of voice the words both loud and manyT
The sob the tear the sigh that none could smotherC
Till all agreed 'a shilling to a pennyT
It killed itself and we acquit the mother '-
Scarce was the verdict spokenT
When that still calm was brokenT
A childish form hath burst into the throngV
With tears and looks of sadnessA
That bring no news of gladnessA
But tell too surely something hath gone wrongV
'The sight I have come uponT
The stoutest heart would sickenT
That nasty hen has been and goneT
And killed another chicken '-

Lewis Carroll



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