The Picture Book Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAABB CDCCDD EFEEFF GHIIHH JKJJLL MNMMNN OPOOPP QRQQQQ QQQQQQWhen I was not quite five years old | A |
I first saw the blue picture book | B |
And Fraulein Spitzenburger told | A |
Stories that sent me hot and cold | A |
I loathed it yet I had to look | B |
It was a German book | B |
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I smiled at first for she'd begun | C |
With a back garden broad and green | D |
And rabbits nibbling there page one | C |
Turned and the gardener fired his gun | C |
From the low hedge he lay unseen | D |
Behind oh it was mean | D |
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They're hurt they can't escape and so | E |
He stuffs them head down in a sack | F |
Not quite dead wriggling in a row | E |
And Fraulein laughed Ho ho Ho ho | E |
And gave my middle a hard smack | F |
I wish that I'd hit back | F |
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Then when I cried she laughed again | G |
On the next page was a dead boy | H |
Murdered by robbers in a lane | I |
His clothes were red with a big stain | I |
Of blood he held a broken toy | H |
The poor poor little boy | H |
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I had to look there was a town | J |
Burning where every one got caught | K |
Then a fish pulled a nigger down | J |
Into the lake and made him drown | J |
And a man killed his friend they fought | L |
For money Fraulein thought | L |
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Old Fraulein laughed a horrid noise | M |
Ho ho Then she explained it all | N |
How robbers kill the little boys | M |
And torture them and break their toys | M |
Robbers are always big and tall | N |
I cried I was so small | N |
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How a man often kills his wife | O |
How every one dies in the end | P |
By fire or water or a knife | O |
If you're not careful in this life | O |
Even if you can trust your friend | P |
You won't have long to spend | P |
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I hated it old Fraulein picked | Q |
Her teeth slowly explaining it | R |
I had to listen Fraulein licked | Q |
Her fingers several times and flicked | Q |
The pages over in a fit | Q |
Of rage I spat at it | Q |
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And lying in my bed that night | Q |
Hungry tired out with sobs I found | Q |
A stretch of barren years in sight | Q |
Where right is wrong but strength is right | Q |
Where weak things must creep underground | Q |
And I could not sleep sound | Q |
Robert Graves
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