Musings Of An Unreformed Peer Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCCDD EEFFGGHH IIJJJKK LLGGMMNNOPQQRRSSTTUU KK| Of all the odd plans of this monstrously queer age | A |
| The oddest is that of reforming the peerage | B |
| Just as if we great dons with a title and star | C |
| Did not get on exceedingly well as we are | C |
| And perform all the functions of noodles by birth | D |
| As completely as any born noodles on earth | D |
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| How acres descend is in law books displayed | E |
| But we as wiseacres descend ready made | E |
| And by right of our rank in Debrett's nomenclature | F |
| Are all of us born legislators by nature | F |
| Like ducklings to water instinctively taking | G |
| So we with like quackery take to lawmaking | G |
| And God forbid any reform should come o'er us | H |
| To make us more wise than our sires were before us | H |
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| The Egyptians of old the same policy knew | I |
| If your sire was a cook you must be a cook too | I |
| Thus making from father to son a good trade of it | J |
| Poisoners by right so no more could be said of it | J |
| The cooks like our lordships a pretty mess made of it | J |
| While famed for conservative stomachs the Egyptians | K |
| Without a wry face bolted all the prescriptions | K |
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| It is true we've among us some peers of the past | L |
| Who keep pace with the present most awfully fast | L |
| Fruits that ripen beneath the new light now arising | G |
| With speed that to us old conserves is surprising | G |
| Conserves in whom potted for grandmamma uses | M |
| 'Twould puzzle a sunbeam to find any juices | M |
| 'Tis true too I fear midst the general movement | N |
| Even our House God help it is doomed to improvement | N |
| And all its live furniture nobly descended | O |
| But sadly worn out must be sent to be mended | P |
| With movables 'mong us like Brougham and like Durham | Q |
| No wonder even fixtures should learn to bestir 'em | Q |
| And distant ye gods be that terrible day | R |
| When as playful Old Nick for his pastime they say | R |
| Flies off with old houses sometimes in a storm | S |
| So ours may be whipt off some night by Reform | S |
| And as up like Loretto's famed house thro' the air | T |
| Not angels but devils our lordships shall bear | T |
| Grim radical phizzes unused to the sky | U |
| Shall flit round like cherubs to wish us good by | U |
| While perched up on clouds little imps of plebeians | K |
| Small Grotes and O'Connells shall sing Io Paeans | K |
Thomas Moore
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