A Verseman's Apology Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACAC DEDEFCGC HIHIJCKKC| Alas I am only a rhymer | A |
| I don't know the meaning of Art | B |
| But I learned in my little school primer | A |
| To love Eugene Field and Bret Harte | B |
| I hailed Hoosier Ryley with pleasure | A |
| To John Hay I took off my hat | C |
| These fellows were right to my measure | A |
| And I've never gone higher than that | C |
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| The Classics Well most of them bore me | D |
| The Moderns I don't understand | E |
| But I keep Burns my kinsman before me | D |
| And Kipling my friend is at hand | E |
| They taught me my trade as I know it | F |
| Yet though at their feet I have sat | C |
| For God sake don't call me a poet | G |
| For I've never been guilty of that | C |
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| A rhyme rustler rugged and shameless | H |
| A Bab Balladeer on the loose | I |
| Of saccarine sonnets I'm blameless | H |
| My model has been Mother Goose | I |
| And I fancy my grave digger griping | J |
| As he gives my last lodging a pat | C |
| This guy wrote McGrew | K |
| 'Twas the best he could do | K |
| So I'll go to my maker with that | C |
Robert Service
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