The Prodigal Son Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABCCCB CCCDEEFD CCCGCHCG IIIJGGGJ KKKLMMML AAANOOON| Here come I to my own again | A |
| Fed forgiven and known again | A |
| Claimed by bone of my bone again | A |
| And cheered by flesh of my flesh | B |
| The fatted calf is dressed for me | C |
| But the husks have greater zest for me | C |
| I think my pigs will be best for me | C |
| So I'm off to the Yards afresh | B |
| - | |
| I never was very refined you see | C |
| And it weighs on my brother's mind you see | C |
| But there's no reproach among swine d'you see | C |
| For being a bit of a swine | D |
| So I'm off with wallet and staff to eat | E |
| The bread that is three parts chaff to wheat | E |
| But glory be there's a laugh to it | F |
| Which isn't the case when we dine | D |
| - | |
| My father glooms and advises me | C |
| My brother sulks and despises me | C |
| And Mother catechises me | C |
| Till I want to go out and swear | G |
| And in spite of the butler's gravity | C |
| I know that the servants have it I | H |
| Am a monster of moral depravity | C |
| And I'm damned if I think it's fair | G |
| - | |
| I wasted my substance I know I did | I |
| On riotous living so I did | I |
| But there's nothing on record to show I did | I |
| Worse than my betters have done | J |
| They talk of the money I spent out there | G |
| They hint at the pace that I went out there | G |
| But they all forget I was sent out there | G |
| Alone as a rich man's son | J |
| - | |
| So I was a mark for plunder at once | K |
| And lost my cash can you wonder at once | K |
| But I didn't give up and knock under at once | K |
| I worked in the Yards for a spell | L |
| Where I spent my nights and my days with hogs | M |
| And shared their milk and maize with hogs | M |
| Till I guess I have learned what pays with hogs | M |
| And I have that knowledge to sell | L |
| - | |
| So back I go to my job again | A |
| Not so easy to rob again | A |
| Or quite so ready to sob again | A |
| On any neck that's around | N |
| I'm leaving Pater Good bye to you | O |
| God bless you Mater I'll write to you | O |
| I wouldn't be impolite to you | O |
| But Brother you are a hound | N |
Rudyard Kipling
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