The Tombstone-maker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCD EFE GHG

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 broke 'D
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He eyed the Cemetery across the roadE
'There's scores of bodies out abroad this whileF
'That should be here by rights They little know'dE
'How they'd get buried in such wretched style '-
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I told him with a sympathetic grinG
That Germans boil dead soldiers down for fatH
And he was horrified 'What shameful sinG
'O sir that Christian souls should come to that '-

Siegfried Sassoon



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