Bessie's Boil Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AAAAAA BBCCAADDEEFF BBAAAAAAGGHH HHIIJJAAAADDKKAALL

Says I to my Missis Ba goom lass you've something I see on your mindA
Says she You are right Sam I've something It 'appens it's on me be'indA
A Boil as 'ud make Job jealous It 'urts me no end when I sitA
Says I Go to 'ospittel Missis They might 'ave to coot it a bitA
Says she I just 'ate to be showin' the part of me person it's atA
Says I Don't be fussy them doctors see sights more 'orrid than thatA
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So Misses goes off togged up tasty and there at the 'ospittel doorB
They tells 'er to see the 'ouse Doctor 'oose office is Room Thirty fourB
So she 'unts up and down till she finds it and knocks and a voice says Come inC
And there is a 'andsome young feller in white from 'is 'eels to 'is chinC
I've got a big boil says my Missis It 'urts me for fair when I sitA
And Sam that's me 'usband 'as asked me to ask you to coot it a bitA
Then blushin' she plucks up her courage and bravely she shows 'im the placeD
And 'e gives it a proper inspection wi' a 'eap o' surprise on 'is faceD
Then 'e says wi' an accent o' Scotland Whit ye hae is a bile Ah can feelE
But ye'd better consult the heid Dockter they caw him Professor O'NielE
He's special for biles and carbuncles Ye'll find him in Room Sixty threeF
No charge Ma'am It's been a rare pleasure Jist tell him ye're comin' from meF
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So Misses she thanks 'im politely and 'unts up and down as beforeB
Till she comes to a big 'andsome room with Professor O'Neil on the doorB
Then once more she plucks up her courage and knocks and a voice says All rightA
So she enters and sees a fat feller wi' whiskers all togged up in whiteA
I've got a big boil says my Missis and if ye will kindly permitA
I'd like for to 'ave you inspect it it 'urts me like all when I sitA
So blushin' as red as a beet root she 'astens to show 'im the spotA
And 'e says wi' a look o' amazement Sure Ma'am it must hurt ye a lotA
Then 'e puts on 'is specs to regard it and finally says wi' a frownG
I'll bet it's as sore as the divvle especially whin ye sit downG
I think it's a case for the Surgeon ye'd better consult Doctor HoyleH
I've no hisitation in sayin' yer boil is a hill of a boilH
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So Misses she thanks 'im for sayin' her boil is a hill of a boilH
And 'unts all around till she comes on a door that is marked Doctor HoyleH
But by now she 'as fair got the wind up and trembles in every limbI
But she thinks After all 'e's a Doctor Ah moosn't be bashful wi' 'imI
She's made o' good stuff is the Missis so she knocks and a voice says Oos thereJ
It's me says ma Bessie an' enters a room which is spacious and bareJ
And a wise lookin' old feller greets 'er and 'e too is togged up in whiteA
It's the room where they coot ye thinks Bessie and shakes like a jelly wi' frightA
Ah got a big boil begins Missis and if ye are sure you don't mindA
I'd like ye to see it a moment It 'urts me because it's be'indA
So thinkin' she'd best get it over she 'astens to show 'im the placeD
And 'e stares at 'er kindo surprised like an' gets very red in the faceD
But 'e looks at it most conscientious from every angle of viewK
Then 'e says wi' a shrug o' 'is shoulders Pore Lydy I'm sorry for youK
It wants to be cut but you should 'ave a medical bloke to do thatA
Sye why don't yer go to the 'orsespittel where all the Doctors is atA
Ye see Ma'am this part o' the buildin' is closed on account o' repairsL
Us fellers is only the pynters a pyntin' the 'alls and the stairsL

Robert Service



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