A Report From Below! Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDDCEFEF GGHIIIHJJKLLLLMMMNOO ON PPQQQQRRMMSSTTUUVVHH WWMMXXYYMMLLMMLLQRLL LZZA2A2B2B2QQBlow high blow low SEA SONG | A |
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As Mister B and Mistress B | B |
One night were sitting down to tea | B |
With toast and muffins hot | C |
They heard a loud and sudden bounce | D |
That made the very china flounce | D |
They could not for a time pronounce | D |
If they were safe or shot | C |
For Memory brought a deed to match | E |
At Deptford done by night | F |
Before one eye appeared a Patch | E |
In t'other eye a Blight | F |
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To be belabor'd at of life | G |
Without some small attempt at strife | G |
Our nature will not grovel | H |
One impulse hadd both man and dame | I |
He seized the tongs she did the same | I |
Leaving the ruffian if he came | I |
The poker and the shovel | H |
Suppose the couple standing so | J |
When rushing footsteps from below | J |
Made pulses fast and fervent | K |
And first burst in the frantic cat | L |
All steaming like a brewer's rat | L |
And then as white as my cravat | L |
Poor Mary May the servant | L |
Lord how the couple's teeth did chatter | M |
Master and Mistress both flew at her | M |
Speak Fire or Murder What's the matter | M |
Till Mary getting breath | N |
Upon her tale began to touch | O |
With rapid tongue full trotting such | O |
As if she thought she had too much | O |
To tell before her death | N |
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We was both Ma'am in the wash house Ma'am a standing at our tubs | P |
And Mrs Round was seconding what little things I rubs | P |
'Mary ' says she to me 'I say' and there she stops for coughin | Q |
'That dratted copper flue has took to smokin very often | Q |
But please the pigs ' for that's her way of swearing in a passion | Q |
I'll blow it up and not be set a coughin in this fashion | Q |
Well down she takes my master's horn I mean his horn for loading | R |
And empties every grain alive for to set the flue exploding | R |
Lawk Mrs Round says I and stares that quantum is unproper | M |
I'm sartin sure it can't not take a pound to sky a copper | M |
You'll powder both our heads off so I tells you with its puff | S |
But she only dried her fingers and she takes a pinch of snuff | S |
Well when the pinch is over 'Teach your Grandmother to suck | T |
A powder horn ' says she Well says I I wish you luck | T |
Them words sets up her back so with her hands upon her hips | U |
'Come ' says she quite in a huff 'come keep your tongue inside your lips | U |
Afore ever you was born I was well used to things like these | V |
I shall put it in the grate and let it burn up by degrees | V |
So in it goes and Bounce O Lord it gives us such a rattle | H |
I thought we both were cannonized like Sogers in a battle | H |
Up goes the copper like a squib and us on both our backs | W |
And bless the tubs they bundled off and split all into cracks | W |
Well there I fainted dead away and might have been cut shorter | M |
But Providence was kind and brought me to with scalding water | M |
I first looks round for Mrs Round and sees her at a distance | X |
As stiff as starch and looked as dead as any thing in existence | X |
All scorched and grimed and more than that I sees the copper slap | Y |
Right on her head for all the world like a percussion copper cap | Y |
Well I crooks her little fingers and crumps them well up together | M |
As humanity pints out and burnt her nostrums with a feather | M |
But for all as I can do to restore her to her mortality | L |
She never gives a sign of a return to sensuality | L |
Thinks I well there she lies as dead as my own late departed mother | M |
Well she'll wash no more in this world whatever she does in t'other | M |
So I gives myself to scramble up the linens for a minute | L |
Lawk sich a shirt thinks I it's well my master wasn't in it | L |
Oh I never never never never never see a sight so shockin | Q |
Here lays a leg and there a leg I mean you know a stocking | R |
Bodies all slit and torn to rags and many a tattered skirt | L |
And arms burnt off and sides and backs all scotched and black with dirt | L |
But as nobody was in 'em none but nobody was hurt | L |
Well there I am a scrambling up the things all in a lump | Z |
When mercy on us such a groan as makes my heart to jump | Z |
And there she is a lying with a crazy sort of eye | A2 |
A staring at the wash house roof laid open to the sky | A2 |
Then she beckons with a finger and so down to her I reaches | B2 |
And puts my ear agin her mouth to hear her dying speeches | B2 |
For poor soul she has a husband and young orphans as I knew | Q |
Well Ma'am you won't believe it but it's Gospel fact and true | Q |
But these words is all she whispered 'Why where is the powder blew ' | - |
Thomas Hood
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