Shivaree Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCD EFGHI JKLMNNO PQHRS NTU VWXJYT BZA2 B2C2D2TZE2 F2G2 H2I2J2K2L2M2| These kettle bells | A |
| Is it the axe murderer | B |
| with green garbage bag | C |
| in the shadows | D |
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| No Green trees so thick | E |
| their tops are folded hands | F |
| or knotted knuckles | G |
| to make perilous shrubbery | H |
| by the garden wall | I |
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| Yet this is a state of mind | J |
| and shards of multi coloured | K |
| glass dot the top of stones | L |
| Interesting Should a sociopath put | M |
| out his shingle come calling | N |
| a much under estimated rude uttering | N |
| would take place | O |
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| Still bees are active in the night air | P |
| not swarms but a hum Pleasant odours waft | Q |
| thru stiller air There is no charged electricity | H |
| to things no tautness or leathery tightness to | R |
| individual seconds Still and stricken still | S |
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| Yet what ifs come slithering | N |
| as if serpents along | T |
| a pasture floor | U |
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| The diabolical Rich desire to impregnate with evil | V |
| To embarcation upon conquests | W |
| To embolden and make one's mark | X |
| however ridiculous to the sane and balanced mind | J |
| Horrible The dirty laundry of just one | Y |
| over flowering and too abundant mind gone wrong | T |
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| One single blossom out of place and killer | B |
| Off kilter Out of whack The | Z |
| pickle short of a jar syndrome | A2 |
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| Then there's the hoots and shrill cat calls | B2 |
| withered by horse laughs Guffaws with tattoos and | C2 |
| rifle butts | D2 |
| Laid back good ole boys type of humour going wrong | T |
| soured by too many visits and skunky beers from the | Z |
| Orchid Lounge | E2 |
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| Rinky dink honky tonk Dotting the landscape with worn | F2 |
| thin cars trouser legs piled up the f and s words | G2 |
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| Charivari A timely entry A buzz set to sound a faint | H2 |
| blinking button with no sound Suckers in the creek | I2 |
| breaking water to catch flies churning mud bottom | J2 |
| by their too turbulent tails a bird hitting the window | K2 |
| only its night The echo of moths lost to the stars | L2 |
| with each jarring knock | M2 |
Paul Cameron Brown
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