John Skelton Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEBBFFFAAAGGHH IIJJJJJJJAAABBKKKLLM MMBBBBNNOO

What could be dafterA
Than John Skelton's laughterA
What sound more tenderlyB
Than his pretty poetryB
So where to rank old SkeltonC
He was no monstrous MiltonC
Nor wrote no Paradise LostD
So wondered at by mostE
Phrased so disdainfullyB
Composed so painfullyB
He struck what Milton missedF
Milling an English gristF
With homely turn and twistF
He was English through and throughA
Not Greek nor French nor JewA
Though well their tongues he knewA
The living and the deadG
Learned Erasmus saidG
Hie 'unum BritannicarumH
Lumen et decus literarumH
But oh Colin CloutI
How his pen flies aboutI
Twiddling and turningJ
Scorching and burningJ
Thrusting and thrummingJ
How it hurries with hummingJ
Leaping and runningJ
At the tipsy topsy TunningJ
Of Mistress Eleanor RummingJ
How for poor Philip SparrowA
Was murdered at CarowA
How our hearts he does harrowA
Jest and grief mingleB
In this jangle jingleB
For he will not stopK
To sweep nor mopK
To prune nor propK
To cut each phrase upL
Like beef when we supL
Nor sip at each lineM
As at brandy wineM
Or port when we dineM
But angrily wittilyB
Tenderly prettilyB
Laughingly learnedlyB
Sadly madlyB
Helter skelter JohnN
Rhymes serenely onN
As English poets shouldO
Old John you do me goodO

Robert Graves



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