Bagpipe Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEFF FF EDEE EEDD FF GHAA II JKLD FFEE

It's no go the merrygoround it's no go the rickshawA
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshowA
Their knickers are made of crepe de chine their shoes are made of pythonB
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bisonC
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John MacDonald found a corpse put it under the sofaD
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a pokerE
Sold its eyes for souvenirs sold its blood for whiskeyF
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fiftyF
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It's no go the Yogi man it's no go BlavatskyF
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxiF
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Annie MacDougall went to milk caught her foot in the heatherE
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old ViennaD
It's no go your maidenheads it's no go your cultureE
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the punctureE
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The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was soberE
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot overE
Mrs Carmichael had her fifth looked at the job with repulsionD
Said to the midwife Take it away I'm through with overproductionD
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It's no go the gossip column it's no go the CeilidhF
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar stick for the babyF
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Willie Murray cut his thumb couldn't count the damageG
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandageH
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavishA
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parishA
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It's no go the Herring Board it's no go the BibleI
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idleI
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It's no go the picture palace it's no go the stadiumJ
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniumsK
It's no go the Government grants it's no go the electionsL
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pensionD
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It's no go my honey love it's no go my poppetF
Work your hands from day to day the winds will blow the profitF
The glass is falling hour by hour the glass will fall foreverE
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weatherE

Louis Macneice



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