The Small Stranger At Shoprite Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMO PQPQ FFFF DJDJ RFRF SFTF UU| One day at a dress shop | A |
| I met a man selling rings | B |
| For money he wanted to swap | A |
| But I really wanted some springs | B |
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| Got any springs asked I | C |
| For that's how I'll spend my money | D |
| No springs here said the guy | C |
| He seemed to find it quite funny | D |
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| We've got some lovely frames | E |
| I'll give you a very fine price | F |
| I'd rather have some airframes | E |
| The man blinked rapidly thrice | F |
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| The man seemed exceptionally impatient | G |
| And his manner was strangely amused | H |
| He wasn't what I would call abortifacient | G |
| Great disdain he noticeably oozed | H |
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| Like others he thought I was odd | I |
| Some say I'm a bit small | J |
| Still he gave me a courteous nod | I |
| As if he thought I was plenty screwball | J |
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| So in search of my goal I departed | K |
| But before the dress shop could I leave | L |
| The man came running full hearted | K |
| I can help you I believe | L |
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| Rings springs you shall find | M |
| Frames airframes you can get | N |
| You must now open your mind | M |
| And get down to ShopRite Market | O |
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| So to ShopRite Market I decided to go | P |
| In search of the springs I craved | Q |
| The winds it did eerily blow | P |
| But I felt that the day could be saved | Q |
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| There were stalls selling crisps | F |
| Buns in many shades | F |
| There were even stalls selling lisps | F |
| People were scattered from many trades | F |
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| I was greeted by a peculiar lady | D |
| She seemed to be rather small | J |
| I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady | D |
| I wondered if she was at all screwball | J |
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| Before I could open my mouth | R |
| She shouted For you I have some springs | F |
| I headed towards her to the south | R |
| Past some frames and rings | F |
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| But how did you know I asked | S |
| Do you want them or not she did say | F |
| Silently the springs she passed | T |
| Then vanished before I could pay | F |
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| As I walked away I hard a crackle | U |
| Or was it perhaps a hushed cackle | U |
Plantard Dacull
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