The Tombstone-maker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EFE GHG| 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 ' | D |
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| He eyed the Cemetery across the road | E |
| 'There's scores of bodies out abroad this while | F |
| 'That should be here by rights They little know'd | E |
| 'How they'd get buried in such wretched style ' | - |
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| I told him with a sympathetic grin | G |
| That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fat | H |
| And he was horrified 'What shameful sin | G |
| 'O sir that Christian souls should come to that ' | - |
Siegfried Sassoon
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