A Poem Served To Order Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDD EEFGGF HHCIJC KKLHH DD M NNOPP DDOQQO RRCSS EETUU VVWXXW QQLYYL ZZCA2A2C

PHI BETA KAPPA JUNEA
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THE Caliph ordered up his cookB
And scowling with a fearful lookB
That meant We stand no gammonC
'To morrow just at two ' he saidD
'Hassan our cook will lose his headD
Or serve us up a salmon '-
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'Great sire ' the trembling chef repliedE
'Lord of the Earth and all besideE
Sun Moon and Stars and so onF
Look in Eothen there you'll findG
A list of titles Never mindG
I have n't time to go onF
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'Great sire ' and so forth thus he spokeH
'Your Highness must intend a jokeH
It doesn't stand to reasonC
For one to order salmon broughtI
Unless that fish is sometimes caughtJ
And also is in seasonC
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'Our luck of late is shocking badK
In fact the latest catch we hadK
We kept the matter shadyL
But hauling in our nets alackH
We found no salmon but a sackH
That held your honored Lady '-
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'Allah is great ' the Caliph saidD
'My poor Zuleika you are deadD
I once took interest in you '-
'Perhaps my Lord you'd like to knowM
We cut the lines and let her go '-
'Allah be praised Continue '-
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'It is n't hard one's hook to baitN
And squatting down to watch and waitN
To see the cork go underO
At last suppose you've got your biteP
You twitch away with all your mightP
You've hooked an eel by thunder '-
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The Caliph patted Hassan's headD
'Slave thou hast spoken well ' he saidD
'And won thy master's favorO
Yes since what happened t' other mornQ
The salmon of the Golden HornQ
Might have a doubtful flavorO
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'That last remark about the eelR
Has also justice that we feelR
Quite to our satisfactionC
To morrow we dispense with fishS
And for the present if you wishS
You'll keep your bulbous fraction '-
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'Thanks thanks ' the grateful chef repliedE
His nutrient feature showing wideE
The gleam of arches dentalT
'To cut my head off wouldn't payU
I find it useful every dayU
As well as ornamental '-
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Brothers I hope you will not failV
To see the moral of my taleV
And kindly to receive itW
You know your anniversary pieX
Must have its crust though hard and dryX
And some prefer to leave itW
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How oft before these youths were bornQ
I've fished in Fancy's Golden HornQ
For what the Muse might send meL
How gayly then I cast the lineY
When all the morning sky was mineY
And Hope her flies would lend meL
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And now I hear our despot's callZ
And come like Hassan to the hallZ
If there's a slave I am oneC
My bait no longer flies but wormsA2
I 've caught Lord bless me how he squirmsA2
An eel and not a salmonC

Oliver Wendell Holmes



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