A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged Three Years And Five Months Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDDEE FFBB GGHFHF IJIJKLKL MMNNOOPPQQRR FFSSFFTFFTLL UUVVOOOThou 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 |
Untouch'd by sorrow and unsoil'd by sin | E |
Good heav'ns 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 |
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Thou darling of thy sire | G |
Why Jane he'll set his pinafore a fire | G |
Thou imp of mirth and joy | H |
In Love's dear chain so strong and bright a link | F |
Thou idol of thy parents Drat the boy | H |
There goes my ink | F |
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Thou cherub but of earth | I |
Fit playfellow for Fays by moonlight pale | J |
In harmless sport and mirth | I |
That dog will bite him if he pulls its tail | J |
Thou human humming bee extracting honey | K |
From ev'ry blossom in the world that blows | L |
Singing in Youth's Elysium ever sunny | K |
Another tumble that's his precious nose | L |
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Thy father's pride and hope | M |
He'll break the mirror with that skipping rope | M |
With pure heart newly stamp'd from Nature's mint | N |
Where did he learn that squint | N |
Thou young domestic dove | O |
He'll have that jug off with another shove | O |
Dear nurseling of the hymeneal nest | P |
Are those torn clothes his best | P |
Little epitome of man | Q |
He'll climb upon the table that's his plan | Q |
Touch'd with the beauteous tints of dawning life | R |
He's got a knife | R |
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Thou enviable being | F |
No storms no clouds in thy blue sky foreseeing | F |
Play on play on | S |
My elfin John | S |
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 | T |
Prompting the face grotesque and antic brisk | F |
With many a lamb like frisk | F |
He's got the scissors snipping at your gown | T |
Thou pretty opening rose | L |
Go to your mother child and wipe your nose | L |
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Balmy and breathing music like the South | U |
He really brings my heart into my mouth | U |
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 | O |
I'll tell you what my love | O |
I cannot write unless he's sent above | O |
Thomas Hood
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