My Boss Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGHGH IJIJKLKL AMAMNONO PQPQRSRS| My Boss keeps sporty girls they say | A |
| His belly's big with cheer | B |
| He squanders in a single day | A |
| What I make in a year | B |
| For I must toil with bloody sweat | C |
| And body bent and scarred | D |
| While my whole life gain he could bet | C |
| Upon a single card | D |
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| My Boss is big and I am small | E |
| I slave to keep him rich | F |
| He'd look at me like scum and call | E |
| Me something of a bitch | F |
| Ah no he wouldn't use that phrase | G |
| To designate my mother | H |
| Despite his high and mighty ways | G |
| My Boss is my twin brother | H |
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| Conceived were we in common joy | I |
| And born in common pain | J |
| But while I was a brawny boy | I |
| My brother stole my brain | J |
| As dumb was I as he was smart | K |
| As blind as he could see | L |
| And so it was bang from the start | K |
| He got the best of me | L |
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| I'm one of many in his pay | A |
| From him I draw my dough | M |
| But he would fire me right away | A |
| If he should hap to know | M |
| A week ago he passed me by | N |
| I heard his wheezing breath | O |
| And in his pouched and blood shot eye | N |
| I saw stark staring Death | O |
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| He has his women cards and wine | P |
| I have my beans and bread | Q |
| But oh the last laugh will be mine | P |
| The day I hear he's dead | Q |
| Aye though we shared a common womb | R |
| I gloat to think of it | S |
| Some day I'll stand beside his tomb | R |
| And loose my glob and spit | S |
Robert Service
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