Bagpipe Music Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABC DEFF FF EDEE EEDD FF GHAA II JKLD FFEEIt's no go the merrygoround it's no go the rickshaw | A |
All we want is a limousine and a ticket for the peepshow | A |
Their knickers are made of crepe de chine their shoes are made of python | B |
Their halls are lined with tiger rugs and their walls with head of bison | C |
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John MacDonald found a corpse put it under the sofa | D |
Waited till it came to life and hit it with a poker | E |
Sold its eyes for souvenirs sold its blood for whiskey | F |
Kept its bones for dumbbells to use when he was fifty | F |
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It's no go the Yogi man it's no go Blavatsky | F |
All we want is a bank balance and a bit of skirt in a taxi | F |
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Annie MacDougall went to milk caught her foot in the heather | E |
Woke to hear a dance record playing of Old Vienna | D |
It's no go your maidenheads it's no go your culture | E |
All we want is a Dunlop tire and the devil mend the puncture | E |
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The Laird o' Phelps spent Hogmanay declaring he was sober | E |
Counted his feet to prove the fact and found he had one foot over | E |
Mrs Carmichael had her fifth looked at the job with repulsion | D |
Said to the midwife Take it away I'm through with overproduction | D |
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It's no go the gossip column it's no go the Ceilidh | F |
All we want is a mother's help and a sugar stick for the baby | F |
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Willie Murray cut his thumb couldn't count the damage | G |
Took the hide of an Ayrshire cow and used it for a bandage | H |
His brother caught three hundred cran when the seas were lavish | A |
Threw the bleeders back in the sea and went upon the parish | A |
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It's no go the Herring Board it's no go the Bible | I |
All we want is a packet of fags when our hands are idle | I |
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It's no go the picture palace it's no go the stadium | J |
It's no go the country cot with a pot of pink geraniums | K |
It's no go the Government grants it's no go the elections | L |
Sit on your arse for fifty years and hang your hat on a pension | D |
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It's no go my honey love it's no go my poppet | F |
Work your hands from day to day the winds will blow the profit | F |
The glass is falling hour by hour the glass will fall forever | E |
But if you break the bloody glass you won't hold up the weather | E |
Louis Macneice
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