The Widow Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCC DEDEFF GHGHII JKJKLL| I don't think men of eighty odd | A |
| Should let a surgeon operate | B |
| Better to pray for peace with God | A |
| And reconcile oneself to Fate | B |
| At four score years we really should | C |
| Be quite prepared to go for good | C |
| - | |
| That's what I told my husband but | D |
| He had a hearty lust for life | E |
| And so he let a surgeon cut | D |
| Into his innards with a knife | E |
| The sawbones swore The man's so fat | F |
| His kidneys take some getting at | F |
| - | |
| And then according to a nurse | G |
| They heard him petulantly say | H |
| Adipose tissue is curse | G |
| It's hard to pack them tripes away | H |
| At last he did sewed up the skin | I |
| But left some say a swab within | I |
| - | |
| I do not doubt it could be so | J |
| For Lester did not long survive | K |
| But for mishap I think with woe | J |
| My hubby might still be alive | K |
| And while they praise the surgeon's skill | L |
| My home I've sold to pay his bill | L |
Robert William Service
(1)
Poem topics: , Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
About The Widow
The Widow is a poem by Robert William Service. This page includes the poem text, poet information, related topics, comments, and similar poems.
Write your comment about The Widow poem by Robert William Service
Best Poems of Robert William Service