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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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 |
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| 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
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