The Tombstone-maker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCC DEDE FGFG| He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head | A |
| Against a sorrowing angel's breast and said | A |
| You'd think so much bereavement would have made | B |
| Unusual big demands upon my trade | B |
| The War comes cruel hard on some poor folk | C |
| Unless the fighting stops I'll soon be broke | C |
| - | |
| He eyed the Cemetery across the road | D |
| There's scores of bodies out abroad this while | E |
| That should be here by rights they little know'd | D |
| How they'd get buried in such wretched style | E |
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| I told him with a sympathetic grin | F |
| That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fat | G |
| And he was horrified What shameful sin | F |
| O sir that Christian men should come to that | G |
Siegfried Loraine Sassoon
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