The Enigma Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEDE FGFGHGHG| The Sergeant of a Highland Reg | A |
| Iment was drilling of his men | B |
| With temper notably on edge | C |
| He blest them every now and then | B |
| A sweet old lady standing by | D |
| Was looking on with fascination | E |
| And then she dared this question shy | D |
| That pertubates the Celtic nation | E |
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| Oh gentle Sergeant do not scold | F |
| Please tell me though your tone so curt is | G |
| These bare legged boys look sadly cold | F |
| Do they wear wool beneath their skirties | G |
| The Sergeant's face grew lobster red | H |
| As one who sends a bloke to blazes | G |
| Then round about turn squad he said | H |
| Now blast you bend and pick up daises | G |
Robert Service
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