Domestic Scene Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD E F GHGHIJIJ F KLKLMNMN F OPOPQRQR S TRTRUVUV WXWYZDZD| The meal was o'er the lamp was lit | A |
| The family sat in its glow | B |
| The Mother never ceased to knit | A |
| The Daughter never slacked to sew | B |
| The Father read his evening news | C |
| The Son was playing solitaire | D |
| If peace a happy home could choose | C |
| I'm sure you'd swear that it was there | D |
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| BUT | E |
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| The Mother | F |
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| Ah me this hard lump in my breast | G |
| Old Doctor Brown I went to see | H |
| Because it don't give me no rest | G |
| He fears it may malignant be | H |
| To operate it might be well | I |
| And keep the evil of awhile | J |
| But oh the folks I dare not tell | I |
| And so I sit and knit and smile | J |
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| The Father | F |
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| The mortgage on the house is due | K |
| My bank account is overdrawn | L |
| I'm at my wits end what to do | K |
| I've plunged but now my hope is gone | L |
| For coverage my brokers call | M |
| But I'm so deeply in the red | N |
| If ever I should lose my all | M |
| I'll put a bullet in my head | N |
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| The Daughter | F |
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| To smile I do the best I can | O |
| But it's so hard to act up gay | P |
| My lover is a married man | O |
| And now his child is on the way | P |
| My plight I cannot long conceal | Q |
| And though I bear their bitter blame | R |
| Unto my dears I must reveal | Q |
| My sin my sorrow and my shame | R |
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| The Son | S |
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| Being a teller in a Bank | T |
| I'd no right in a blackjack game | R |
| But for my ruin I must thank | T |
| My folly for a floozie dame | R |
| To face the Manager I quail | U |
| If he should check my cash I'm sunk | V |
| Before they throw me into gaol | U |
| I guess I'd better do a bunk | V |
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| So sat they in the Winter eve | W |
| In sweet serenity becalmed | X |
| So peaceful you could scarce believe | W |
| They shared the torments of the damned | Y |
| Yet there the Mother smiles and knits | Z |
| The Daughter sews white underwear | D |
| The Father reads and smokes and spits | Z |
| While Sonny Boy plays solitaire | D |
Robert Service
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