Pagett, M.p. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABB CBDD EBFF BBEE GGHH BBBB HHIJ KKBB LBBB

The toad beneath the harrow knowsA
Exactly where eath tooth point goesA
The butterfly upon the roadB
Preaches contentment to that toadB
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Pagett M P was a liar and a fluent liar therewithC
He spoke of the heat of India as the quot Asian Solar Myth quotB
Came on a four months' visit to quot study the East quot in NovemberD
And I got him to sign an agreement vowing to stay till SeptemberD
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March came in with the koil Pagett was cool and gayE
Called me a quot bloated Brahmin quot talked of my quot princely pay quotB
March went out with the roses quot Where is your heat quot said heF
quot Coming quot said I to Pagett quot Skittles quot said Pagett M PF
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April began with the punkah coolies and prickly heatB
Pagett was dear to mosquitoes sandflies found him a treatB
He grew speckled and mumpy hammered I grieve to sayE
Aryan brothers who fanned him in an illiberal wayE
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May set in with a dust storm Pagett went down with the sunG
All the delights of the season tickled him one by oneG
Imprimis ten day's quot liver quot due to his drinking beerH
Later a dose of fever slight but he called it severeH
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Dysent'ry touched him in June after the Chota BursatB
Lowered his portly person made him yearn to departB
He didn't call me a quot Brahmin quot or quot bloated quot or quot overpaid quotB
But seemed to think it a wonder that any one stayedB
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July was a trifle unhealthy Pagett was ill with fearH
'Called it the quot Cholera Morbus quot hinted that life was dearH
He babbled of quot Eastern Exile quot and mentioned his home with tearsI
But I haven't seen my children for close upon seven yearsJ
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We reached a hundred and twenty once in the Court at noonK
I've mentioned Pagett was portly Pagett went off in a swoonK
That was an end to the business Pagett the perjured fledB
With a practical working knowledge of quot Solar Myths quot in his headB
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And I laughed as I drove from the station but the mirth died out on my lipsL
As I thought of the fools like Pagett who write of their quot Eastern trips quotB
And the sneers of the traveled idiots who duly misgovern the landB
And I prayed to the Lord to deliver another one into my handB

Rudyard Kipling



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