A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged 3 Years And 5 Months Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEE FFBBGHIFIF JKJKLMLM NNOOPPQQRRSS FFTTFFUFFU MMJJVVPPP| Thou happy happy elf | A |
| But stop first let me kiss away that tear | B |
| Thou tiny image of myself | A |
| My love he's poking peas into his ear | C |
| Thou merry laughing sprite | D |
| With spirits feather light | D |
| Untouched by sorrow and unsoiled by sin | E |
| Good Heavens the child is swallowing a pin | E |
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| Thou little tricksy Puck | F |
| With antic toys so funnily bestuck | F |
| Light as the singing bird that wings the air | B |
| The door the door he'll tumble down the stair | B |
| Thou darling of thy sire | G |
| Why Jane he'll set his pinafore afire | H |
| Thou imp of mirth and joy | I |
| In love's dear chain so strong and bright a link | F |
| Thou idol of thy parents Drat the boy | I |
| There goes my ink | F |
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| Thou cherub but of earth | J |
| Fit playfellow for Fays by moonlight pale | K |
| In harmless sport and myrth | J |
| That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail | K |
| Thou human hummingbee extracting honey | L |
| From every blossom in the world that blows | M |
| Singing in youth's elysium ever sunny | L |
| Another tumble that's his precious nose | M |
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| Thy father's pride and hope | N |
| He'll break the mirror with that skipping rope | N |
| With pure heart newly stamped from Nature's mint | O |
| Where did he learn that squint | O |
| Thou young domestic dove | P |
| He'll have that jug off with another shove | P |
| Dear nursling of the Hymeneal nest | Q |
| Are those torn clothes his best | Q |
| Little epitome of man | R |
| He'll climb upon the table that's his plan | R |
| Touched with the beauteous tints of dawning life | S |
| He's got a knife | S |
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| Thou enviable being | F |
| No storms no clouds in thy blue sky foreseeing | F |
| Play on play on | T |
| My elfin John | T |
| Toss the light ball bestride the stick | F |
| I knew so many cakes would make him sick | F |
| With fancies buoyant as the thistle down | U |
| Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk | F |
| With many a lamb like frisk | F |
| He's got the scissors snipping at your gown | U |
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| Thou pretty opening rose | M |
| Go to your mother child and wipe your nose | M |
| Balmy and breathing music like the South | J |
| He really brings my heart into my mouth | J |
| Fresh as the morn and brilliant as its star | V |
| I wish that window had an iron bar | V |
| Bold as the hawk yet gentle as the dove | P |
| I'll tell you what my love | P |
| I cannot write unless he's sent above | P |
Thomas Hood
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