Rival Topics.[1] An Extravaganza Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Oh Wellington and Stephenson	A
Oh morn and evening papers	B
Times Herald Courier Globe and Sun	A
When will ye cease our ears to stun	A
With these two heroes' capers	B
Still Stephenson and Wellington	A
The everlasting two	C
Still doomed from rise to set of sun	A
To hear what mischief one has done	A
And t'other means to do	C
What bills the banker past to friends	D
But never meant to pay	E
What Bills the other wight intends	D
As honest in their way	E
Bills payable at distant sight	F
Beyond the Grecian kalends	D
When all good deeds will come to light	F
When Wellington will do what's right	F
And Rowland pay his balance	D
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To catch the banker all have sought	G
But still the rogue unhurt is	D
While t'other juggler who'd have thought	G
Tho' slippery long has just been caught	H
By old Archbishop Curtis	D
And such the power of papal crook	I
The crosier scarce had quivered	H
About his ears when lo the Duke	J
Was of a Bull delivered	H
Sir Richard Birnie doth decide	H
That Rowland must be mad	H
In private coach with crest to ride	H
When chaises could be had	H
And t'other hero all agree	K
St Luke's will soon arrive at	H
If thus he shows off publicly	K
When he might pass in private	H
Oh Wellington oh Stephenson	A
Ye ever boring pair	L
Where'er I sit or stand or run	A
Ye haunt me everywhere	L
Tho' Job had patience tough enough	M
Such duplicates would try it	H
Till one's turned out and t'other off	N
We Shan' have peace or quiet	H
But small's the chance that Law affords	D
Such folks are daily let off	N
And 'twixt the old Bailey and the Lords	D
They both I fear will get off	N

Thomas Moore

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