The Tombstone-maker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DEDE FGFG

He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his headA
Against a sorrowing angel's breast and saidA
You'd think so much bereavement would have madeB
Unusual big demands upon my tradeB
The War comes cruel hard on some poor folkC
Unless the fighting stops I'll soon be brokeC
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He eyed the Cemetery across the roadD
There's scores of bodies out abroad this whileE
That should be here by rights they little know'dD
How they'd get buried in such wretched styleE
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I told him with a sympathetic grinF
That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fatG
And he was horrified What shameful sinF
O sir that Christian men should come to thatG

Siegfried Loraine Sassoon



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