A Curious Fact Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFGGHHIIJJ KKLLMM NOLLLLLLMMPPLL| The present Lord Kenyon the Peer who writes letters | A |
| For which the waste paper folks much are his debtors | A |
| Hath one little oddity well worth reciting | B |
| Which puzzleth observers even more than his writing | B |
| Whenever Lord Kenyon doth chance to behold | C |
| A cold Apple pie mind the pie must be cold | C |
| His Lordship looks solemn few people know why | D |
| And he makes a low bow to the said apple pie | D |
| This idolatrous act in so vital a Peer | E |
| Is by most serious Protestants thought rather queer | E |
| Pie worship they hold coming under the head | F |
| Vide Crustium chap iv of the Worship of Bread | F |
| Some think 'tis a tribute as author he owes | G |
| For the service that pie crust hath done to his prose | G |
| The only good things in his pages they swear | H |
| Being those that the pastry cook sometimes put there | H |
| Others say 'tis a homage thro' piecrust conveyed | I |
| To our Glorious Deliverer's much honored shade | I |
| As that Protestant Hero or Saint if you please | J |
| Was as fond of cold pie as he was of green pease | J |
| And 'tis solely in loyal remembrance of that | K |
| My Lord Kenyon to apple pie takes off his hat | K |
| While others account for this kind salutation | L |
| By what Tony Lumpkin calls concatenation | L |
| A certain good will that from sympathy's ties | M |
| 'Twixt old Apple women and Orange men lies | M |
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| But 'tis needless to add these are all vague surmises | N |
| For thus we're assured the whole matter arises | O |
| Lord Kenyon's respected old father like many | L |
| Respected old fathers was fond of a penny | L |
| And loved so to save that there's not the least question | L |
| His death was brought on by a bad indigestion | L |
| From cold apple pie crust his Lordship would stuff in | L |
| At breakfast to save the expense of hot muffin | L |
| Hence it is and hence only that cold apple pies | M |
| Are beheld by his Heir with such reverent eyes | M |
| Just as honest King Stephen his beaver might doff | P |
| To the fishes that carried his kind uncle off | P |
| And while filial piety urges so many on | L |
| 'Tis pure apple pie ety moves my Lord Kenyon | L |
Thomas Moore
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