The Tour Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDEECD FGFGHH IJGGKK LMNOPL QRRQSS FTTFSS UVWWTT T| With your bold | A |
| Gecko the little flick | B |
| All cogs weird sparkle and every cog solid gold | A |
| And I in slippers and housedress with no lipstick | B |
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| And you want to be shown about | C |
| Yes yes this is my address | D |
| Not a patch on your place I guess with the Javanese | E |
| Geese and the monkey trees | E |
| It's a bit burnt out | C |
| A bit of a wild machine a bit of a mess | D |
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| O I shouldn't put my finger in that | F |
| Auntie it might bite | G |
| That's my frost box no cat | F |
| Though it looks like a cat with its fluffy stuff pure white | G |
| You should see the objects it makes | H |
| Millions of needly glass cakes | H |
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| Fine for the migraine or the bellyache And this | I |
| Is where I kept the furnace | J |
| Each coal a hot cross stitch a lovely light | G |
| It simply exploded one night | G |
| It went up in smoke | K |
| And that's why I have no hair auntie that's why I choke | K |
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| Off and on as if I just had to retch | L |
| Coal gas is ghastly stuff | M |
| Here's a spot I thought you'd love | N |
| Morning Glory Pool | O |
| The blue's a jewel | P |
| It boils for forty hours at a stretch | L |
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| O I shouldn't dip my hankie in it hurts | Q |
| Last summer my God last summer | R |
| It ate seven maids and a plumber | R |
| And returned them steamed and pressed and stiff as shirts | Q |
| I am bitter I'm averse | S |
| Here's your specs dear here's your purse | S |
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| Toddle on home to tea now in your flat hat | F |
| It'll be lemon tea for me | T |
| Lemon tea and earwig biscuits creepy creepy | T |
| You'd not want that | F |
| Toddle on home before the weather's worse | S |
| Toddle on home and don't trip on the nurse | S |
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| She may be bald she may have no eyes | U |
| But auntie she's awfully nice | V |
| She's pink she's a born midwife | W |
| She can bring the dead to life | W |
| With her wiggly fingers and for a very small fee | T |
| Well I hope you've enjoyed it auntie | T |
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| Toddle on home to tea | T |
Sylvia Plath
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