Ripe Fruit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCD EFEFGDGD HIHIFJFJ KFKFLBLB| Through eyelet holes I watched the crowd | A |
| Rain of confetti fling | B |
| Their joy is lush their laughter loud | A |
| For Carnival is King | B |
| Behind his chariot I pace | C |
| To ean my petty pay | D |
| They laugh to see my monster face | C |
| Ripe Fruit I hear them say | D |
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| I do not laugh my shoulders sag | E |
| No heart have I for glee | F |
| Because I hold aloft a hag | E |
| Who grins enough for me | F |
| A hideous harridan who bears | G |
| In crapulous display | D |
| Like two grub eaten mouldy pears | G |
| Her bubbies on a tray | D |
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| Ripe Fruit Oh God It's hell to think | H |
| How I have drifted down | I |
| Through vice and dice and dope and drink | H |
| To play the sordid clown | I |
| That I who held the golden key | F |
| To operatic fame | J |
| Should gnaw the crust of misery | F |
| And drain the dregs of shame | J |
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| What matter I'll get soused to night | K |
| And happy I will be | F |
| To sit within a tavern bright | K |
| A trollop on my knee | F |
| So let the crazy pipers pipe | L |
| And let the rapture ring | B |
| Ripe fruit am I yea rotten ripe | L |
| And Carnival is King | B |
Robert William Service
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