The Poet In The Nursery Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABAB AAAAAA CDCDCD EFGFHF IJKJKJThe youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling | A |
In a dim library just behind the chair | B |
From which the ancient poet was mum mumbling | A |
A song about some Lovers at a Fair | B |
Pulling his long white beard and gently grumbling | A |
That rhymes were beastly things and never there | B |
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And as I groped the whole time I was thinking | A |
About the tragic poem I'd been writing | A |
An old man's life of beer and whisky drinking | A |
His years of kidnapping and wicked fighting | A |
And how at last into a fever sinking | A |
Remorsefully he died his bedclothes biting | A |
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But suddenly I saw the bright green cover | C |
Of a thin pretty book right down below | D |
I snatched it up and turned the pages over | C |
To find it full of poetry and so | D |
Put it down my neck with quick hands like a lover | C |
And turned to watch if the old man saw it go | D |
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The book was full of funny muddling mazes | E |
Each rounded off into a lovely song | F |
And most extraordinary and monstrous phrases | G |
Knotted with rhymes like a slave driver's thong | F |
And metre twisting like a chain of daisies | H |
With great big splendid words a sentence long | F |
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I took the book to bed with me and gloated | I |
Learning the lines that seemed to sound most grand | J |
So soon the pretty emerald green was coated | K |
With jam and greasy marks from my hot hand | J |
While round the nursery for long months there floated | K |
Wonderful words no one could understand | J |
Robert Graves
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