My Rival Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDED FGHGIDED JKLKMDED NOPOQDED ROSTOSIS OOSOSSSS SUSUISSS| I go to concert party ball | A |
| What profit is in these | B |
| I sit alone against the wall | A |
| And strive to look at ease | B |
| The incense that is mine by right | C |
| They burn before her shrine | D |
| And that's because I'm seventeen | E |
| And She is forty nine | D |
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| I cannot check my girlish blush | F |
| My color comes and goes | G |
| I redden to my finger tips | H |
| And sometimes to my nose | G |
| But She is white where white should be | I |
| And red where red should shine | D |
| The blush that flies at seventeen | E |
| Is fixed at forty nine | D |
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| I wish I had Her constant cheek | J |
| I wish that I could sing | K |
| All sorts of funny little songs | L |
| Not quite the proper thing | K |
| I'm very gauche and very shy | M |
| Her jokes aren't in my line | D |
| And worst of all I'm seventeen | E |
| While She is forty nine | D |
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| The young men come the young men go | N |
| Each pink and white and neat | O |
| She's older than their mothers but | P |
| They grovel at Her feet | O |
| They walk beside Her 'rickshaw wheels | Q |
| None ever walk by mine | D |
| And that's because I'm seventeen | E |
| And She is foty nine | D |
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| She rides with half a dozen men | R |
| She calls them quot boys quot and quot mashers quot | O |
| I trot along the Mall alone | S |
| My prettiest frocks and sashes | T |
| Don't help to fill my programme card | O |
| And vainly I repine | S |
| From ten to two A M Ah me | I |
| Would I were forty nine | S |
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| She calls me quot darling quot quot pet quot and quot dear quot | O |
| And quot sweet retiring maid quot | O |
| I'm always at the back I know | S |
| She puts me in the shade | O |
| She introduces me to men | S |
| quot Cast quot lovers I opine | S |
| For sixty takes to seventeen | S |
| Nineteen to foty nine | S |
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| But even She must older grow | S |
| And end Her dancing days | U |
| She can't go on forever so | S |
| At concerts balls and plays | U |
| One ray of priceless hope I see | I |
| Before my footsteps shine | S |
| Just think that She'll be eighty one | S |
| When I am forty nine | S |
Rudyard Kipling
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