My Typewriter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGF HIJIKGLG MFNFOPQP FRSRGTCT UFGFVRWR GFXFFYKY YZYZUXFX FTA2TB2CC2C| I used to think a pot of ink | A |
| Held magic in its fluid | B |
| And I would ply a pen when I | C |
| Was hoary a a Druid | D |
| But as I scratch my silver thatch | E |
| My battered old Corona | F |
| Calls out to me as plaintively | G |
| As dying Desdemona | F |
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| For old time's sake give me a break | H |
| To you I've been as loyal | I |
| As ever could an Underwood | J |
| Or Remington or Royal | I |
| The globe we've spanned together and | K |
| Two million words maybe | G |
| For you I've tapped it's time you rapped | L |
| A rhyme or two for me | G |
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| I've seen you sit and smoke and spit | M |
| With expletives profane | F |
| Then tear with rage the virgin page | N |
| I tendered you in vain | F |
| I've watched you glare in dull despair | O |
| Through hours of brooding thought | P |
| Then with a shout bang gaily out | Q |
| The 'word unique' you sought | P |
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| I've heard you groan and grunt and moan | F |
| That rhyme's a wretched fetter | R |
| That after all you're just a small | S |
| Fat headed verse begetter | R |
| You'd balance me upon your knee | G |
| Like any lady friend | T |
| Then with a sigh you'd lay me by | C |
| For weeks and weeks on end | T |
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| I've known when you were mighty blue | U |
| And hammered me till dawn | F |
| Dire poverty But I would be | G |
| The last thing you would pawn | F |
| Days debt accurst Then at its worst | V |
| The sky behold would clear | R |
| A poem sold the garret cold | W |
| Would leap to light and cheer | R |
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| You've toted me by shore and sea | G |
| From Mexico to Maine | F |
| From Old Cathay to Mandalay | X |
| From Samarkand to Spain | F |
| You've thumped me in the battle's din | F |
| And pounded me in peace | Y |
| By air and land you've lugged me and | K |
| Your shabby old valise | Y |
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| But now my keys no more with ease | Y |
| To your two fingers yield | Z |
| With years of use my joints are loose | Y |
| With wear of flood and field | Z |
| And even you are slipping too | U |
| You're puffy stiff and grey | X |
| Old Sport we're done our race is run | F |
| Why not call it a day | X |
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| Why not You've been poor old machine | F |
| My tried and faithful friend | T |
| With fingertip your keys I'll flip | A2 |
| Serenely to the end | T |
| For even though you're stiff and slow | B2 |
| No other will I buy | C |
| And though each word be wan and blurred | C2 |
| I'll tap you till I die | C |
Robert Service
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