The Front Tooth Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF BFBFGG HIHIJJ KBKBBB LFLFBB| A sittin' in the Bull and Pump | A |
| With double gins to keep us cheery | B |
| Says she to me says Polly Crump | A |
| What makes ye look so sweet me dearie | B |
| As if ye'd gotten back yer youth | C |
| Says I It's just me new front tooth | C |
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| Says Polly Crump A gummy grin | D |
| Don't help to make one's business active | E |
| We gels wot gains our bread by sin | D |
| Have got to make ourselves attractive | E |
| I hope yer dentist was no rook | F |
| Says I A quid is what he took | F |
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| Says Polly Crump The shoes you wear | B |
| Are down at heel and need new soleing | F |
| Why doncher buy a better pair | B |
| The rain goes in and out the holeing | F |
| They're squelchin' as ye walk yer beat | G |
| Says I blokes don't look at me feet | G |
| - | |
| Says Polly Crump You cough all day | H |
| It just don't do in our profession | I |
| A girl's got to be pert and gay | H |
| To give a guy a good impression | I |
| For if ye cough he's shy of you | J |
| Says I An' wots a gel to do | J |
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| Says Polly Crump I'm pink an' fat | K |
| But you are bones an' pale as plaster | B |
| At this dam' rate you're goin' at | K |
| You'll never live to be a laster | B |
| You'll have the daisy roots for door | B |
| Says I It's 'ell to be a 'ore | B |
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| But I don't care now I can smile | L |
| Smile smile and not that gap toothed grinning | F |
| I'm wet and cold but it's worth while | L |
| To once again look fairly winning | F |
| And send ten bob or so to Mother | B |
| Said Polly Crump Gwad Have another | B |
Robert Service
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