Mister Punch. (a Hasty Sketch.) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDEFGGEEHHIIDDB BJJKKBBBBLL BBMMNNOOPP QQRRBBSSEEHHTTUUVVBB WWBBXXYYLLBBEEBBBBZA 2B2B2DDSSDD| Who stops the Minister of State | A |
| When hurrying to the Lords' debate | A |
| Who spite of gravity beguiles | B |
| The solemn Bishop of his smiles | B |
| See from the window burly big | C |
| The Judge pops out his awful wig | C |
| Yet seems to love a bit of gig While | D |
| both the Sheriffs and the Mayor | E |
| Forget the Address and stop to stare And | F |
| who detains the Husband true | G |
| Running to Doctor Doode Doo | G |
| To save his Wife in greatest danger | E |
| While e'en the Doctor keeps the stranger | E |
| Another hour from life and light | H |
| To gape at the bewitching sight | H |
| The Bard in debt whom Bailiffs ferret | I |
| Despite his poetry and merit | I |
| Stops in his quick retreat awhile | D |
| And tries the long forgotten smile | D |
| E'en the pursuing Bum forgets | B |
| His business and the man of Debts | B |
| The one neglecting Caption Bail | J |
| The other thoughts of gyves and Jail | J |
| So wondrous are the spells that bind | K |
| The noble and ignoble mind | K |
| The Paviour halts in mid grunt stands | B |
| With rammer in his idle hands | B |
| And quite refined and at his ease | B |
| Forgetting onions bread and cheese | B |
| The hungry Drayman leaves his lunch | L |
| To take a peep at Mister Punch | L |
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| Delightful thy effects to see | B |
| Thou charm of age and infancy | B |
| The old Man clears his rheumy eye | M |
| The six months' Babe forgets to cry | M |
| No passers by all fondly gloat | N |
| So welcome is thy cheering note | N |
| Which time nor taste has ever changed | O |
| And after every clime we've ranged | O |
| Return to thee our childhood's joy | P |
| And spite of age still play the boy | P |
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| Yon pious Thing who walks by rule | Q |
| Unconscious laughs and plays the fool | Q |
| And by his side the prim old Maid | R |
| Looks welcome fun and who's afraid | R |
| Behold that happy ruddy face | B |
| In which there seems no vacant place | B |
| That could another joy impart | S |
| For one laugh more would break his heart | S |
| And lo behind his sober Brother | E |
| Striving in vain the laugh to smother | E |
| That giggling Girl must burst outright | H |
| For Punch has now possess'd her quite | H |
| While She who ran to Chemist's shop | T |
| For life or death here finds a stop | T |
| Forgets for whom for what she ran | U |
| And leaves to Heaven the bleeding man | U |
| The Parish Beadle gilded calf | V |
| Lays by his terror joins the laugh | V |
| Permits poor souls without offence | B |
| To sell their fruit and count their pence | B |
| And as by humour grown insane | W |
| Allows the boys to touch his cane | W |
| Poor little Sweep true comfort quaffs | B |
| Ceases to cry and loudly laughs | B |
| See what a wondrous powerful spell | X |
| Punch holds o'er Dustman and his bell | X |
| And scolding Wife with clapper still | Y |
| The Landlord quits awhile his till | Y |
| While Pot boy busiest of the bunch | L |
| Steals pence for self and beer for Punch | L |
| Look at that window you may trace | B |
| At every pane a laughing face | B |
| Yon graceful Girl and her smart Lover | E |
| And in the story just above her | E |
| The Housemaid with her hair in papers | B |
| All finding Punch a cure for vapours | B |
| E'en the pale Dandy fresh from France | B |
| Throws on the group an eye askance | B |
| Twirls his moustache and seems to fear | Z |
| That some gay friend may catch him here | A2 |
| The Widowed wretch who only fed | B2 |
| On bitter thoughts and tear wash'd bread | B2 |
| Forgets her cares and seems to smile | D |
| To see friend Punch her babe beguile | D |
| Magician of the wounded heart | S |
| Oh there thy wonted aid impart | S |
| Long be the merryman of our Isle | D |
| And win the universal smile | D |
Thomas Gent
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