The Pigeon Shooting Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCACA DEDEEFEF GHGHIEIE JEJEKHKH LMLMNONO| They say that Monte Carlo is | A |
| A sunny place for shady people | B |
| But I'm not in the gambling biz | A |
| And sober as a parish steeple | B |
| so though this paradisal spot | C |
| The devil's playground of the rich is | A |
| I love it and I love it not | C |
| As men may sometimes fall for bitches | A |
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| I lazed beneath the sky's blue bliss | D |
| The sea swooned with a sequin glimmer | E |
| The breeze was shy as maiden kiss | D |
| The palms sashayed in silken shimmr | E |
| The peace I soaked in every pore | E |
| did me more good than ten religions | F |
| And then Bang Bang my joy was o'er | E |
| Says I There goes them poor dam pigeons | F |
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| I see them bob from out their traps | G |
| the swarded green aroud them ringing | H |
| bewildered full of joy perhaps | G |
| With sudden hope of skyway winging | H |
| They blink a moment at the sun | I |
| They flutter free of earthy tether | E |
| A fat man holds a smoking gun | I |
| A boy collects some blood and feather | E |
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| And so through all the sainted day | J |
| Bang Bang a bunch of plumage gory | E |
| Five hundred francs they cost to slay | J |
| And few there live to tell the story | E |
| Yet look there's one so swift to fly | K |
| Despite the shots a course he's steering | H |
| Brave little bird he's winging high | K |
| He's gained the trees I feel like cheering | H |
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| In Monte Carlo's garden glades | L |
| With dreamful bliss one softly lingers | M |
| And lazily in leafy shades | L |
| The doves pick breadcrumbs from one fingers | M |
| Bang Bang Farewell oh sylvan courts | N |
| Where peace and joy are sweetly blended | O |
| God curse these lousy Latin sports | N |
| My pigeons scat my dream is ended | O |
Robert Service
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