At The Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBBBBBCC DDBBEEFFG HHIIDDDD JKK LLF DDDDDD MMDDDDDD GGGGDDNNOMPPMMMMQQMM| DECEMBER | A |
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| I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion to | B |
| And bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to | B |
| Of course some must speak they are always selected to | B |
| But pray what's the reason that I am expected to | B |
| I'm not fond of wasting my breath as those fellows do | B |
| That want to be blowing forever as bellows do | B |
| Their legs are uneasy but why will you jog any | C |
| That long to stay quiet beneath the mahogany | C |
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| Why why call me up with your battery of flatteries | D |
| You say 'He writes poetry ' that 's what the matter is | D |
| 'It costs him no trouble a pen full of ink or two | B |
| And the poem is done in the time of a wink or two | B |
| As for thoughts never mind take the ones that lie uppermost | E |
| And the rhymes used by Milton and Byron and Tupper most | E |
| The lines come so easy at one end he jingles 'em | F |
| At the other with capital letters he shingles 'em | F |
| Why the thing writes itself and before he's half done with it | G |
| He hates to stop writing he has such good fun with it ' | - |
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| Ah that is the way in which simple ones go about | H |
| And draw a fine picture of things they don't know about | H |
| We all know a kitten but come to a catamount | I |
| The beast is a stranger when grown up to that amount | I |
| A stranger we rather prefer should n't visit us | D |
| A felis whose advent is far from felicitous | D |
| The boy who can boast that his trap has just got a mouse | D |
| Must n't draw it and write underneath 'hippopotamus' | D |
| Or say unveraciously 'This is an elephant ' | - |
| Don't think let me beg these examples irrelevant | J |
| What they mean is just this that a thing to be painted well | K |
| Should always be something with which we're acquainted well | K |
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| You call on your victim for 'things he has plenty of | L |
| Those copies of verses no doubt at least twenty of | L |
| His desk is crammed full for he always keeps writing 'em | F |
| And reading to friends as his way of delighting 'em ' | - |
| I tell you this writing of verses means business | D |
| It makes the brain whirl in a vortex of dizziness | D |
| You think they are scrawled in the languor of laziness | D |
| I tell you they're squeezed by a spasm of craziness | D |
| A fit half as bad as the staggering vertigos | D |
| That seize a poor fellow and down in the dirt he goes | D |
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| And therefore it chimes with the word's etytology | M |
| That the sons of Apollo are great on apology | M |
| For the writing of verse is a struggle mysterious | D |
| And the gayest of rhymes is a matter that's serious | D |
| For myself I'm relied on by friends in extremities | D |
| And I don't mind so much if a comfort to them it is | D |
| 'T is a pleasure to please and the straw that can tickle us | D |
| Is a source of enjoyment though slightly ridiculous | D |
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| I am up for a something and since I 've begun with it | G |
| I must give you a toast now before I have done with it | G |
| Let me pump at my wits as they pumped the Cochituate | G |
| That moistened it may be the very last bit you ate | G |
| Success to our publishers authors and editors | D |
| To our debtors good luck pleasant dreams to our creditors | D |
| May the monthly grow yearly till all we are groping for | N |
| Has reached the fulfilment we're all of us hoping for | N |
| Till the bore through the tunnel it makes me let off a sigh | O |
| To think it may possibly ruin my prophecy | M |
| Has been punned on so often 't will never provoke again | P |
| One mild adolescent to make the old joke again | P |
| Till abstinent all go to meeting society | M |
| Has forgotten the sense of the word inebriety | M |
| Till the work that poor Hannah and Bridget and Phillis do | M |
| The humanized civilized female gorillas do | M |
| Till the roughs as we call them grown loving and dutiful | Q |
| Shall worship the true and the pure and the beautiful | Q |
| And preying no longer as tiger and vulture do | M |
| All read the 'Atlantic' as persons of culture do | M |
Oliver Wendell Holmes
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