Grand-pa's Whim Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AA BCBCDEDE FGFGHCHC IJIJKCKC

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While for me gapes the greedy graveB
It don't make senseC
That I should have a crazy craveB
To paint our fenceC
Yet that is what I aim to doD
Though dim my sightE
Jest paint them aged pickets blueD
Or green or whiteE
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Jest squat serenely in the sunF
Wi' brush an' paintG
An' gay them pickets one by oneF
A chore It ain'tG
The job is joy Although I'm slowH
I save expenseC
So folks let me before I goH
Smart that ol' fenceC
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Them pickets with my hands I madeI
When young and spryJ
I coloured them a gleeful shadeI
To glad the eyeJ
So now as chirpy as a boyK
'Ere I go henceC
Once more let me jest bright to joyK
Our picket fenceC

Robert William Service



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