A Public Dinner Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Sit down and fall to said the BarmecideA
Arabian NightsB
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At seven you just nick itA
Give card get wine ticketA
Walk round through the BabelC
From table to tableC
To find a hard matterD
Your name in a platterD
Your wish was to sit byE
Your friend Mr WhitbyF
But stewards' assistanceG
Has placed you at distanceG
And thanks to arrangersG
You sit amongst strangersG
But too late for mendingH
Twelve sticks come attendingH
A stick of a ChairmanI
A little dark spare manJ
With bald shining nobF
'Mid committee swell mobF
In short a short figureD
You thought the Duke biggerD
Then silence is wantedA
Non Nobis is chantedA
Then Chairman reads letterD
The Duke's a regretterD
A promise to break itA
But chair he can't take itA
Is grieved to be from usG
But sends friend Sir ThomasG
And what is far betterD
A cheque in the letterD
Hear hear and a clatterD
And there ends the matterD
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Now soups come and fish inK
And C brings a dish inK
Then rages the battleC
Knives clatter forks rattleC
Steel forks with black handlesG
Under fifty wax candlesG
Your soup plate is soon fullL
You sip just a spoonfulL
Mr Roe will be gratefulC
To send him a platefulC
And then comes the waiterD
Must trouble for taterD
And then you drink wine offM
With somebody nine offM
Bucellas made handyF
With Cape and bad BrandyF
Of East India SherryF
That's very hot veryF
You help Mr MyrtleC
Then find your mock turtleC
Went off while you lingeredA
With waiter light fingeredA
To make up for gammonI
You order some salmonI
Which comes to your faucesG
With boats without saucesG
You then make a cut onN
Some lamb big as muttonI
And ask for some grass tooA
But that you must pass tooA
It served the first twentyF
But toast there is plentyF
Then while lamb gets coldishO
A goose that is oldishO
At carving not cleverD
You're begged to disseverD
And when you thus treat itA
Find no one will eat itA
So hungry as gluttonI
You turn to your muttonI
But no sight for laughterD
The soup it's gone afterD
Mr Green then is veryD
Disposed to take SherryD
And then Mr NappyP
Will feel very happyP
And then Mr ConnerD
Requests the same honorD
Mr Clark when at leisureD
Will really feel pleasureD
Then waiter leans overD
To take off a coverD
From fowls which all beg ofQ
A wing or a leg ofQ
And while they all peck boneI
You take to a neck boneI
But even your hungerD
Declares for a youngerD
A fresh plate you call forD
But vainly you bawl forD
Now taste disapproves itA
No waiter removes itA
Still hope newly buddingH
Relies on a puddingH
But critics each minuteA
Set fancy agin itA
That's queer VermicelliC
I say VizetellyC
There's glue in that jellyC
Tarts bad altogetherD
That crust's made of leatherD
Some custard friend VeseyC
No batter made easyC
Some cheese Mr FosterD
Don't like single Glo'sterD
Meanwhile to top tableC
Like fox in the fableC
You see silver dishesG
With those little fishesG
The whitebait deliciousG
Borne past you officiousG
And hear rather plainishO
A sound that's champagnishO
And glimpse certain bottlesG
Made long in the throttlesG
And sniff very pleasantA
Grouse partridge and pheasantA
And see mounds of icesG
For patrons and vicesG
Pine apple and bunchesG
Of grapes for sweet munchesG
And fruits of all virtueA
That really desert youA
You've nuts but not crack onesG
Half empty and black onesG
With oranges sallowC
They can't be called yellowC
Some pippins well wrinkledA
And plums almond sprinkledA
Some rout cakes and so onI
Then with business to go onI
Long speeches are stutter'dA
And toasts are well butter'dA
While dames in the galleryD
All dressed in fallalleryD
Look on at the mummeryD
And listen to flummeryD
Hip hip and huzzaingH
And singing and sayingH
Glees catches orationsG
And lists of donationsG
Hush a song Mr TinneyD
Mr Benbow one guineaD
Mr Frederick ManualC
One guinea and annualC
Song Jocky and JennyD
Mr Markham one guineaD
Have you all filled your glassesG
Here's a health to good lassesG
The subscription still skinnyD
Mr Franklin one guineaD
Franklin looks like a ninnyD
Mr Boreham one guineaD
Mr Blogg Mr FinneyD
Mr Tempest one guineaD
Mr Merrington twentyD
Rough music in plentyD
Away toddles ChairmanI
The little dark spare manI
Not sorry at endingH
With white sticks attendingH
And some vain TomnoddyD
Votes in his own bodyD
To fill the void seat upP
And get on his feet upP
To say with voice squeakingH
Unaccustomed to speakingH
Which sends you off seekingH
Your hat number thirtyD
No coach very dirtyD
So hungry and fever'dD
Wet footed spoilt beaver'dD
Eyes aching in socketD
Ten pounds out of pocketD
To Brook Street the UpperD
You haste home to supperD

Thomas Hood



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