The China-mender Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCBBDDEEFFGGHHII JJKKLLBBBBMMBBNNBBJJ OOJJPPQQRRSTUUVVJJWW XXYYZA2

Good Morning Mr What d'ye call Well here's another pretty jobA
Lord help my Lady what a smash if you had only heard her sobA
It was all through Mr Lambert but for certain he was wineyB
To think for to go to sit down on a table full of ChineyB
Deuce take your stupid head says my Lady to his very faceC
But politeness you know is nothing when there's Chiney in the caseC
And if ever a woman was fond of Chiney to a passionB
It's my mistress and all sorts of it whether new or old fashionB
Her brother's a sea captain and brings her home shiploadsD
Such bronzes and such dragons and nasty squatting things like toadsD
And great nidnoddin' mandarins with palsies in the headE
I declare I've often dreamt of them and had nightmares in my bedE
But the frightfuller they are lawk she loves them all the betterF
She'd have Old Nick himself made of Chiney if they'd let herF
Lawk a mercy break her Chiney and it's breaking her very heartG
If I touched it she would very soon say Mary we must partG
To be sure she is unlucky only Friday comes Master RandallH
And breaks a broken spout and fresh chips a tea cup handleH
He's a dear sweet little child but he will so finger and touchI
And that's why my Lady doesn't take to children muchI
Well there's stupid Mr Lambert with his two greatcoat flapsJ
Must go and sit down on the Dresd'n shepherdesses' lapsJ
As if there was no such things as rosewood chairs in the roomK
I couldn't have made a greater sweep with the handle of the broomK
Mercy on us how my mistress began to rave and tearL
Well after all there's nothing like good ironstone ware for wearL
If ever I marry that's flat I'm sure it won't be John DockeryB
I should be a wretched woman in a shop full of crockeryB
I should never like to wipe it though I love to be neat and tidyB
And afraid of meat on market days every Monday and FridayB
I'm very much mistook if Mr Lambert's will be a catchM
The breaking the Chiney will be the breaking off of his own matchM
Missis wouldn't have an angel if he was careless about ChineyB
She never forgives a chip if it's ever so small and tinyB
Lawk I never saw a man in all my life in such a takingN
I could find it in my heart to pity him for all his mischief makingN
To see him stand a hammering and stammering like a zanyB
But what signifies apologies if they won't mend old ChaneyB
If he sent her up whole crates full from Wedgwood's and Mr Spode'sJ
He couldn't make amends for the crack'd mandarins and smash'd toadsJ
Well every one has their tastes but for my part my own selfO
I'd rather have the figures on my poor dear grandmother's old shelfO
A nice pea green poll parrot and two reapers with brown ears of cornsJ
And a shepherd with a crook after a lamb with two gilt hornsJ
And such a Jemmy Jessamy in top boots and sky blue vestP
And a frill and flower'd waistcoat with a fine bow pot at the breastP
God help her poor old soul I shall come into 'em at her deathQ
Though she's a hearty woman for her years except her shortness of breathQ
Well you may think the things will mend if they won't Lord mend us allR
My lady will go in fits and Mr Lambert won't need to callR
I'll be bound in any money if I had a guinea to giveS
He won't sit down again on Chiney the longest day he has to liveT
Poor soul I only hope it won't forbid his banns of marriageU
Or he'd better have sat behind on the spikes of my Lady's carriageU
But you'll join 'em all of course and stand poor Mr Lambert's friendV
I'll look in twice a day just to see like how they mendV
To be sure it is a sight that might draw tears from dogs and catsJ
Here's this pretty little pagoda now has lost four of its cocked hatsJ
Be particular with the pagoda and then here's this pretty bowlW
The Chinese Prince is making love to nothing because of this holeW
And here's another Chinese man with a face just like a dollX
Do stick his pigtail on again and just mend his parasolX
But I needn't tell you what to do only do it out of handY
And charge whatever you like to charge my Lady won't make a standY
Well good morning Mr What d'ye call for it's time our gossip endedZ
And you know the proverb the less as is said the sooner the Chiney's mendedA2

Thomas Hood



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