Grand-pa's Whim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGBGB HIHIJBJB| While for me gapes the greedy grave | A |
| It don't make sense | B |
| That I should have a crazy crave | A |
| To paint our fence | B |
| Yet that is what I aim to do | C |
| Though dim my sight | D |
| Jest paint them aged pickets blue | C |
| Or green or white | D |
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| Jest squat serenely in the sun | E |
| Wi' brush an' paint | F |
| An' gay them pickets one by one | E |
| A chore It ain't | F |
| The job is joy Although I'm slow | G |
| I save expense | B |
| So folks let me before I go | G |
| Smart that ol' fence | B |
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| Them pickets with my hands I made | H |
| When young and spry | I |
| I coloured them a gleeful shade | H |
| To glad the eye | I |
| So now as chirpy as a boy | J |
| 'Ere I go hence | B |
| Once more let me jest bright to joy | J |
| Our picket fence | B |
Robert Service
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