A Rhyme Of Friends (in A Style Skeltonical) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBBCDECCCAACCEEECC CCCFFCCCCCC EEGGCGGHHEE CEEIIIHHAACCJJKKLLLL AMMECCEEEHNNEEOOOCC

Listen now this timeA
Shortly to my rhymeA
That herewith startsB
About certain kind heartsB
In those stricken partsB
That lie behind CalaisC
Old crones and aged menD
And young childrenE
About the PicardaisC
Who earned my thousand thanksC
Dwellers by the banksC
Of mournful SommeA
God keep me therefromA
Until War endsC
These then are my friendsC
Madame Averlant LuneE
From the town of BethuneE
Good Professeur la BruneE
From that town alsoC
He played the piccoloC
And left his locks to growC
Dear Madame HojdesC
Sempstress of Saint FeC
With Jules and SusetteF
And AntoinetteF
Her children my sweetheartsC
For whom I made dartsC
Of paper to throwC
In their mimic showC
La guerre aux trancheesC
That was a pretty playC
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There was old Jacques CaronE
Of the hamlet MailletonE
He let me lookG
At his household bookG
Comment vivre cent ansC
What cares I tookG
To obey this wise bookG
I who feared each hourH
Lest Death's cruel powerH
On the poppied plainE
Might make cares vainE
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By Noeus les minesC
Lived old AdelphineE
Withered and cleanE
She nodded and smiledI
And used me like a childI
How that old trot beguiledI
My leisure with her chatterH
Gave me a china platterH
Painted with CherubimA
And mottoes on the rimA
But when instead of thanksC
I gave her francsC
How her pride was hurtJ
She counted francs as dirtJ
God knows she was not richK
She called the Kaiser bitchK
She spat on the floorL
Cursing this Prussian warL
That she had known beforeL
Forty years past and moreL
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There was also TomiA
With looks sweet and freeM
Who called me cher amiM
This orphan's age was nineE
His folk were in their gravesC
Else they were slavesC
Behind the German lineE
To terror and rapineE
O little friends of mineE
How kind and brave you wereH
You smoothed away careN
When life was hard to bearN
And you old women and menE
Who gave me billets thenE
How patient and great heartedO
Strangers though we startedO
Yet friends we ever partedO
God bless you all now endsC
This homage to my friendsC

Robert Graves



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