The Mystery Of Mister Smith Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDD EFEFGG HIHIJJ KLKLMM NONPQQ RSRSKK TUTUVV WXWXYZ MA2MA2B2B2 GB2GB2C2C2| For supper we had curried tripe | A |
| I washed the dishes wound the clock | B |
| Then for awhile I smoked my pipe | A |
| Puff Puff We had no word of talk | C |
| The Misses sewed a sober pair | D |
| Says I at last I need some air | D |
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| A don't know why I acted so | E |
| I had no thought no plot no plan | F |
| I did not really mean to go | E |
| I'm such a docile little man | F |
| But suddenly I felt that I | G |
| Must change my life or I would die | G |
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| A sign I saw A ROOM TO LET | H |
| It had a musty dusty smell | I |
| It gloated gloom it growled and yet | H |
| Somehow I felt I liked it well | I |
| I paid the rent a month ahead | J |
| That night I smoked my pipe in bed | J |
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| From out my world I disappeared | K |
| My walk and talk changed over night | L |
| I bought black glasses grew a beard | K |
| Abysmally I dropped from sight | L |
| Old Tax Collector Mister Smith | M |
| Became a memory a myth | M |
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| I see my wife in widow's weeds | N |
| She's gained in weight since I have gone | O |
| My pension serves her modest needs | N |
| She keeps the old apartment on | P |
| And living just a block away | Q |
| I meet her nearly every day | Q |
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| I hope she doesn't mourn too much | R |
| She has a sad and worried look | S |
| One day we passed and chanced to touch | R |
| But as with sudden fear I shook | S |
| So blankly in my face she peered | K |
| I had to chuckle in my beard | K |
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| Oh comfort is a blessed thing | T |
| But forty years of it I had | U |
| I never drank the wine of Spring | T |
| No moon has ever made me mad | U |
| I never clutched the skirts of Chance | V |
| Nor daftly dallied with Romance | V |
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| And that is why I seek to save | W |
| My soul before it is too late | X |
| To put between me and the grave | W |
| A few years of fantastic fate | X |
| I've won to happiness because | Y |
| I've killed the man that once I was | Z |
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| I've murdered Income Taxer Smith | M |
| And now I'm Johnny Jones to you | A2 |
| I have no home no kin no kith | M |
| I do the things I want to do | A2 |
| No matter though I've not a friend | B2 |
| I've won to freedom in the end | B2 |
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| Bohemian born I guess was I | G |
| And should my wife her widowhood | B2 |
| By wedlock end I will not sigh | G |
| But pack my grip and go for good | B2 |
| To live in lands where laws are lax | C2 |
| And innocent of Income Tax | C2 |
Robert Service
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