The Lean-to-shed (communicated By An Eight-year-old) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCAADDEEFFGGHHII JJIIKKIILL IIIIIIMMBBBBKKNNOOLL KKIILLIIPPQQRRIIIISI ISLL| I've a palace set in a garden fair | A |
| And oh but the flowers are rich and rare | A |
| Always growing | B |
| And always blowing | B |
| Winter or summer it doesn't matter | C |
| For there's never a wind that dares to scatter | C |
| The wonderful petals that scent the air | A |
| About the walls of my palace there | A |
| And the palace itself is very old | D |
| And it's built of ivory splashed with gold | D |
| It has silver ceilings and jasper floors | E |
| And stairs of marble and crystal doors | E |
| And whenever I go there early or late | F |
| The two tame dragons who guard the gate | F |
| And refuse to open the frowning portals | G |
| To sisters brothers and other mortals | G |
| Get up with a grin | H |
| And let me in | H |
| And I tickle their ears and pull their tails | I |
| And pat their heads and polish their scales | I |
| And they never attempt to flame or fly | J |
| Being quelled by me and my human eye | J |
| Then I pour them drink out of golden flagons | I |
| Drink for my two tame trusty dragons | I |
| But John | K |
| Who's a terrible fellow for chattering on | K |
| John declares | I |
| They are Teddy bears | I |
| And the palace itself he has often said | L |
| Is only the gardener's lean to shed | L |
| - | |
| In the vaulted hall where we have the dances | I |
| There are suits of armour and swords and lances | I |
| Plenty of steel wrought who's afraiders | I |
| All of them used by real crusaders | I |
| Corslets helmets and shields and things | I |
| Fit to be worn by warrior kings | I |
| Glittering rows of them | M |
| Think of the blows of them | M |
| Lopping | B |
| Chopping | B |
| Smashing | B |
| And slashing | B |
| The Paynim armies at Ascalon | K |
| But bother the boy here comes our John | K |
| Munching a piece of currant cake | N |
| Who says the lance is a broken rake | N |
| And the sword with its keen Toledo blade | O |
| Is a hoe and the dinted shield a spade | O |
| Bent and useless and rusty red | L |
| In the gardener's silly old lean to shed | L |
| - | |
| And sometimes too when the night comes soon | K |
| With a great magnificent tea time moon | K |
| Through the nursery window I peep and see | I |
| My palace lit for a revelry | I |
| And I think I shall try to go there instead | L |
| Of going to sleep in my dull small bed | L |
| But who are these | I |
| In the shade of the trees | I |
| That creep so slow | P |
| In a stealthy row | P |
| They are Indian braves a terrible band | Q |
| Each with a tomahawk in his hand | Q |
| And each has a knife without a sheath | R |
| Fiercely stuck in his gleaming teeth | R |
| Are the dragons awake Are the dragons sleepers | I |
| Will they meet and scatter these crafty creepers | I |
| What ho But John who has sorely tried me | I |
| Trots up and flattens his nose beside me | I |
| Against the window he flattens it | S |
| And says he can see | I |
| As well as me | I |
| But never an Indian not a bit | S |
| Not even the top of a feathered head | L |
| But only a wall and the lean to shed | L |
R. C. Lehmann
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