Mutatis Mutandis Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCBBDEEDFGDFGD H I JKKJLCCLCMNBON H F JDDJDAADPAQNAN R L JJJJJMMJJMNJMN R N JAAJNJJNRJJ JJ R N JMMJNRRNDAMDAM R M ARRADMMDNDSNDS R D JNNJJMMJDDDDD J J JTTJADDARNDRND J U JJJJR N MRDMRD R R MDDMJDDJDNDDND J R MRRMMDDMDDRDDR J L JNNJEEEEMMNMMN R J NMMNNMMNDMED E R J ENNENMMNRNERNE R N RNNRNNNNDJNDJN R R JMMJNNNNMTUMTS R N JDDJMDDMEDJEDJ J N MRRME ENMJNMJ J N JMMJDJJDNDJNDJ| The Fool | A |
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| Here is a tale for children and their grannies | B |
| There was a fool a man who'd had his chances | C |
| But missed them somehow lost them just for fancies | B |
| Tag ends of things with which he'd crammed crannies | B |
| Of his cracked head as panes are crammed with paper | D |
| Fragments of song and bits of worthless writing | E |
| Which he was never weary of reciting | E |
| Fluttered his mind as night a windy taper | D |
| A witless fool who lived in some fair Venice | F |
| Of his own building where he dreamed of Beauty | G |
| Who swore each weed a flower the sorry pauper | D |
| This would not do Men said he was a menace | F |
| To all mankind and as it was their duty | G |
| Clapped him in prison where he died as proper | D |
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| II | H |
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| The Scarecrow | I |
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| Here is a tale for prelates and for parsons | J |
| There was a scarecrow once a thing of tatters | K |
| And sticks and straw to whom men trusted matters | K |
| Of weighty moment murders thefts and arsons | J |
| None saw he was a scarecrow Every worship | L |
| And honour his Men set him in high places | C |
| And ladies primped their bodies tinged their faces | C |
| And kneeled to him as slaves to some great Sirship | L |
| One night a storm none knew it blew to pieces | C |
| Our jackstraw friend and the sweet air of heaven | M |
| Knew him no more and was no longer tainted | N |
| Then learned doctors put him in their theses | B |
| The State set up his statue and thought even | O |
| As thought the Church perhaps he should be sainted | N |
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| III | H |
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| Service | F |
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| Here is a tale for proper men and virgins | J |
| There was a woman once who had a daughter | D |
| A fair faced wench as stable as is water | D |
| And frailer than the first spring flower that burgeons | J |
| She did not need to work but then her mother | D |
| Thought it more suitable and circumspectly | A |
| Put her with gentlefolks where indirectly | A |
| She rose in service as has many another | D |
| The house she served in soon became divided | P |
| The wife and husband parted with some scandal | A |
| But she remained and in the end was married | Q |
| What happened then You'll say 'The girl decided | N |
| She loved another 'Nay not so The vandal | A |
| Wrecked no more homes but lived a life unvaried | N |
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| IV | R |
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| The Ape | L |
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| Here is a tale for maidens and for mothers | J |
| There was an ape a very prince of monkeys | J |
| Who capered in the world of fools and flunkies | J |
| The envy of his set and of all others | J |
| He was the handbook of all social manners | J |
| The beau of beaux and simian glass of fashion | M |
| To whom all folly functioned played at passion | M |
| And matrimony waved beleaguering banners | J |
| A girl of girls one God had given graces | J |
| And beauty more than oft He grants to human | M |
| Captured the creature and they were united | N |
| And strange to say she loved him Saw no traces | J |
| Of ape in him And like a very woman | M |
| Reformed her countenance and was delighted | N |
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| V | R |
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| The Pessimist | N |
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| Here is a tale for uncles and old aunties | J |
| There was a man once who denied the Devil | A |
| Yet in the world saw nothing else but evil | A |
| A pessimist with face as sour as Dante's | J |
| Still people praised him men he loathed and hated | N |
| And cursed beneath his breath for wretched sinners | J |
| While still he drank with them and ate their dinners | J |
| And listened to their talk and tolerated | N |
| At last he wrote a book full of invective | R |
| And vile abuse of earth and all its nations | J |
| Denying God and Devil Heaven and Hades | J |
| Fame followed this 'His was the right perspective ' | - |
| 'A great philosopher ' He lost all patience | J |
| But still went out to dine with Lords and Ladies | J |
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| VI | R |
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| An Incident | N |
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| Here is a tale for men and women teachers | J |
| There was a girl who'd ceased to be a maiden | M |
| Who walked by night with heart like Lilith's laden | M |
| A child of sin anathemaed of preachers | J |
| She had been lovely once but dye and scarlet | N |
| On hair and face had ravaged all her beauty | R |
| Only her eyes still did her girl soul duty | R |
| Showing the hell that hounded her poor harlot | N |
| One day a fisherman from out the river | D |
| Fished her pale body like a branch of willlow | A |
| Or golden weed self murdered drowned and broken | M |
| The sight of it had made a strong man shiver | D |
| And on her poor breast as upon a pillow | A |
| A picture smiled a baby's like some token | M |
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| VII | R |
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| Vindication | M |
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| Here is a tale for gossips and chaste people | A |
| There lived a woman once a straight laced lady | R |
| Whose only love was slander Nothing shady | R |
| Escaped her vulture eye Like some prim steeple | A |
| Her course of life pointed to Heaven ever | D |
| And woe unto the sinner girl or woman | M |
| Whom love undid She was their fiercest foeman | M |
| No circumstance excused Misfortune never | D |
| As she had lived she died The mourners gathered | N |
| Parson and preacher this one and another | D |
| And many gossips of most proper carriage | S |
| Her will was read And then a child was fathered | N |
| Fat Lechery had his day She'd been a mother | D |
| A man was heir There'd never been a marriage | S |
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| VIII | R |
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| Treasure | D |
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| Here is a tale for infants and old nurses | J |
| There was a man who gathered rags and peddled | N |
| Who lived alone with no one ever meddled | N |
| And this old man was very fond of verses | J |
| His house a ruin so the tale rehearses | J |
| A hovel over run of rats and vermin | M |
| Not fit for beast to live in Like a sermon | M |
| Embodying misery and hell and curses | J |
| There one grey dawn of rain and windy weather | D |
| They found him dead starved o'er a written paper | D |
| Beside a dim and half expiring taper | D |
| It was a play the poor fool'd put together | D |
| Of gnomes and fairies for his own sad pleasure | D |
| And folks destroyed it saying 'We seek for treasure ' | - |
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| IX | J |
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| The Ass | J |
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| Here is a tale for artists and for writers | J |
| There was an ass in other words a critic | T |
| Who brayed and balked and kicked most analytic | T |
| And waved long ears above his brother smiters | J |
| He could not tell a rose tree from a thistle | A |
| But oft mistook the one thing for the other | D |
| Then wagged his ears most wisely at some brother | D |
| Sent him his he haw for the Penny Whistle | A |
| A poet sent his volume to him' kindly | R |
| Asking for criticism You might know it | N |
| He made one mouthful of it weed and flower | D |
| There rose a cry that he had done it blindly | R |
| 'Twas poetry What would he kill a poet | N |
| Not he The ass had brayed him into power | D |
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| X | J |
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| The Cabbage | U |
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| Here is a tale for any one who wishes | J |
| There grew a cabbage once among the flowers | J |
| A plain broad cabbage a good wench whose hours | J |
| Were kitchen busy with plebeian dishes | J |
| The rose and lily toilless without mottle | R |
| Patricians born despised her 'How unpleasant ' | - |
| They cried 'What odour Worse than any peasant | N |
| Who soils God's air Give us our smelling bottle ' | - |
| There came a gentleman who owned the garden | M |
| Looking about him at both flower and edible | R |
| Admiring here and there a simple sinner | D |
| Who sought some bud to be his heart's sweet warden | M |
| But passed the flowers and took it seems incredible | R |
| That cabbage But a man must have his dinner | D |
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| XI | R |
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| The Criminal | R |
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| Here is a tale for all who wish to listen | M |
| There was a thief who in his cut throat quarter | D |
| Was hailed as chief he had a way of barter | D |
| Persuasion masked behind a weapon's glisten | M |
| That made it cockrow with each good man's riches | J |
| At last he joined the Brotherhood of Murder | D |
| And rose in his profession lived a herder | D |
| Of crime in some dark tavern of the ditches | J |
| There was a war He went Became a gunner | D |
| And slew as soldiers should his many a hundred | N |
| In authorized and most professional manner | D |
| Here he advanced again Was starred a oner | D |
| Was captained pensioned and nobody wondered | N |
| And lived and died respectable as a tanner | D |
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| XII | J |
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| Death And The Fool | R |
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| Here is a tale for any man or woman | M |
| A fool sought Death and braved him with his bauble | R |
| Among the graves At last he heard a hobble | R |
| And something passed him monstrous super human | M |
| And by a tomb that reared a broken column | M |
| He heard it stop And then Gargantuan laughter | D |
| Shattered the hush Deep silence followed after | D |
| Filled with the stir of bones cadaverous solemn | M |
| Then said the fool 'Come show thyself old prancer | D |
| I'll have a bout with thee I too can clatter | D |
| My wand and motley Come now Death and Folly | R |
| See who's the better man ' There was no answer | D |
| Only his bauble broke a serious matter | D |
| To the poor fool who died of melancholy | R |
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| XIII | J |
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| The Bagpipe | L |
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| Here is a tale for poets and for players | J |
| There was a bagpipe once that wheezed and whistled | N |
| And droned vile discords notes that fairly bristled | N |
| Nasal and harsh outbraying all the brayers | J |
| And then the thing assumed another bearing | E |
| Boasted itself an organ of God's making | E |
| A world enduring instrument Earth shaking | E |
| Greater than any organ more sky daring | E |
| To prove which lo upon an elevation | M |
| It pranced and blew to its own satisfaction | M |
| Until 'twas heard from Key West far as Fundy | N |
| But while it piped some schoolboy took occasion | M |
| There was a blow a sudden sharp impaction | M |
| The wind bag burst Sic transit gloria mundi | N |
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| XIV | R |
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| The Ox | J |
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| Here is a tale for farmer and for peasant | N |
| There was an ox who might have ploughed for Jason | M |
| So strong was he his huge head like a bason | M |
| A Gothic helmet with enormous crescent | N |
| Stolid of look and slow of hoof and steady | N |
| Meek was the beast and born but to be driven | M |
| Unmindful of the yoke which toil had given | M |
| Toil with his goad and lash for ever ready | N |
| One day a bull who was the bullock's neighbor | D |
| Proud as a sultan haremed with his women | M |
| Lowed to the ox who had received a beating | E |
| 'You are a fool What have you for your labour | D |
| Blows and bad food Go to Why don't you show men ' | - |
| The ox was but an ox and went on eating | E |
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| XV | R |
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| The Goose | J |
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| Here is a tale for spinsters at their sewing | E |
| There was a goose a little gosling surely | N |
| Who went her goose girl way and looked demurely | N |
| As every goose should when 'tis wise and knowing | E |
| Proper was she as every gosling should be | N |
| And innocent as Margarete or Gretchen | M |
| And did her duty in the house and kitchen | M |
| And like a goose was happy as she could be | N |
| Smug was she with a sleek and dove like dimple | R |
| Great gooseberry eyes and cheeks out of the dairy | N |
| A goose aye just a goose a little dumb thing | E |
| One day the goose was gone The tale is simple | R |
| She had eloped 'Twas nothing ordinary | N |
| A married man with children That was something | E |
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| XVI | R |
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| The Beast | N |
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| Here is a tale for sportsmen when at table | R |
| There was a boar like that Atalanta hunted | N |
| Who gorged and snored and unmolested grunted | N |
| His fat way through the world as such able | R |
| Huge jowled and paunched and porcine limbed and marrowed | N |
| King of his kind deep in his lair he squatted | N |
| And round him fames of many maidens rotted | N |
| Where Licence whelped and Lust her monsters farrowed | N |
| There came a damsel like the one in Spenser | D |
| A Britomart as sorcerous as Circe | J |
| Who pierced him with a tract her spear and ended | N |
| The beast's career Made him a man a censor | D |
| Of public morals arbiter of mercy | J |
| And led him by the nose and called him splendid | N |
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| XVII | R |
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| The Owl | R |
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| Here is a tale for ladies with romances | J |
| There was an owl composer and musician | M |
| Who looked as wise as if he had a mission | M |
| And at all art cast supercilious glances | J |
| People proclaimed him great because he said it | N |
| And like the great he never played nor printed | N |
| His compositions 'though 'twas whispered hinted | N |
| He'd written something but no one had read it | N |
| Owl eyed he posed at functions of position | M |
| Hirsute and eye glassed looking analytic | T |
| Opening his mouth to worshipping female knowledge | U |
| And then he married A woman of ambition | M |
| A singer teacher and a musical critic | T |
| Just what he wanted He became a college | S |
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| XVIII | R |
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| The Toad | N |
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| Here is a tale to tell to rich relations | J |
| There was a toad a Calibanic monster | D |
| In whose squat head ambition had ensconced her | D |
| Most bloated jewel dear to highest stations | J |
| He was received though mottled as a lichen | M |
| In coat and character because the creature | D |
| Croaked as the devil prompted him or nature | D |
| And said the right thing both in hall and kitchen | M |
| To each he sang according to their liking | E |
| And purred his flattery in the ear of Leisure | D |
| Cringing attendance on the proud and wealthy | J |
| One day a crane with features of a Viking | E |
| Swallowed him whole and did it with great pleasure | D |
| His system needed such toads kept him healthy | J |
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| XIX | J |
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| The Cricket | N |
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| Here is a tale for those who sing with reason | M |
| There was a cricket troubadouring fellow | R |
| Who chirped his lay or zoomed it like a 'cello | R |
| Day in day out no matter what the season | M |
| Great was his love for his own violining | E |
| He never wearied saying 'What performing ' | - |
| And oft when through would ask 'Was not that charming ' | - |
| Then play it over right from the beginning | E |
| A talent such as his should be rewarded | N |
| So thought he all unconscious of intention | M |
| Of any one among the violin sects | J |
| Until by some one lo he was regarded | N |
| Lifted examined given special mention | M |
| And placed within a case with other insects | J |
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| XX | J |
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| The Torrent | N |
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| Here is a tale for workmen and their masters | J |
| There was a torrent once that down a mountain | M |
| Flashed its resistless way a foaming fountain | M |
| Basaltic built 'twixt cataract hewn pilasters | J |
| Down from its eagle eyrie nearer nearer | D |
| Its savage beauty born mid rocks and cedars | J |
| Swept free as tempest wild as mountain leaders | J |
| Of stars and storms the swiftly moving mirror | D |
| Men found it out and set to work to tame it | N |
| Put it to pounding rock and rafting lumber | D |
| Made it a carrier of the filth of cities | J |
| Harnessed its joy to engines tried to shame it | N |
| Saying 'Be civilized ' and piled their cumber | D |
| Upon it bound it God of all the Pities | J |
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