Worms Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABACACDEFE AGAGDHIHJKLK MNONPQBQRMFMSM| Worms finer for fishing you couldn't be wishing | A |
| I delved them dismayed from the velvety sod | B |
| The rich loam upturning I gathered them squirming | A |
| big fat gleamy earthworms all ripe for my rod | B |
| Thinks I without waiting my hook I'll be baiting | A |
| And flip me a fish from the foam of the pool | C |
| Then Mother beholding came crying and scolding | A |
| You're late ye young devil Be off to the school | C |
| So grabbing me bait tin I dropped them fat worms in | D |
| With globs of green turf for their comfort and cheer | E |
| And there clean forgotten no doubt dead and rotten | F |
| I left them to languish for nigh on a year | E |
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| One day to be cleaning the byre I was meaning | A |
| When seeing that old rusty can on the shelf | G |
| Says I To my thinking them worms must be stinking | A |
| Begorrah I'd better find out for myself | G |
| So I opened the tin held my nose and looked in | D |
| And what did I see Why most nothing at all | H |
| Just darkness and dank and a something that stank | I |
| Tucked down in a corner a greasy grey ball | H |
| My worms no not dead but thin as a thread | J |
| Each seemed to reproach me protesting its worth | K |
| So softly I took them and tenderly shook them | L |
| Back into the bosom of mothering earth | K |
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| I'm now in the City 'tis grand but I pity | M |
| The weariful wretches that crawl in its grime | N |
| The dregs and the scum and the spawn of the slum | O |
| And the poor little children that's cradled in crime | N |
| Sure I see them in terms of my pitiful worms | P |
| surviving despite desperation and doom | Q |
| And I wish I was God with a smile and a nod | B |
| To set them all down in a valley of bloom | Q |
| Saying Let these rejoice with a wonderful voice | R |
| For mothering earth and for fathering sea | M |
| And healing of sun for each weariful one | F |
| Of these poor human worms is a wee bit of me | M |
| Let your be the blame and yours be the shame | S |
| What ye do unto them ye do also to ME | M |
Robert William Service
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