To The Lord Mayor Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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November thA
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My dear Lord MayorB
In Fleet Street all is gayC
From min' office window I catch glimpsesD
Of fluttering bunting and swinging festoonsD
I don't know who pays for themE
The bunting and the festoons that is to sayD
But I am informed by the police that theyD
The bunting and the festoons that is to sayD
Have been hung up in honour of YOUF
I am also given to understand that there has been a big rushG
For free windows to view your processionH
Which all being well the Procession that is to sayD
Will take place this day SaturdayI
For my own part I am going into the countryI
And I dare say that on the wholeJ
You wish you were going with meI
But ambition has its penaltiesD
And if you will become Lord Mayor of LondonH
A dizzy pinnacle to which none but the biggest souled of usD
May aspireK
I suppose you must put up with the attendant inconveniencesD
And publicityI
So far as I have been able to judgeL
And I arrive at this conclusion by dint of steadfast abstinenceD
From witnessing Lord Mayors' ShowsD
A Lord Mayor's Show is a distinctly inspiriting spectacleM
It may be set downN
As the Londoner's one annual opportunityI
Of seeing a circus for nothingO
Hence no doubt its popularityI
Think not however my dear Lord MayorB
That I deprecate your little pageant gratis though it beI
This country as everybody knowsD
Has for centuries past been on the high road to ruinH
And in my humble opinion its decadence has been largely dueF
To a deep rooted tendency on the part of the powerfulM
To curtail and do away with mayoral and other showsD
Feasts and fairs have been kicked out of EnglandP
By the aforesaid powerfulM
If you would be a respectable communityI
You must have neither feast nor fairQ
And if you would be a respectable citizen of any given cityI
You must not array yourself in motleyI
A man who walked into his bankR
In yellow trousers and a blue silk hatS
Would never be allowed an overdraftT
Black and subdued greens and browns being the only wearQ
For persons who would get on in lifeU
All this is wrong my dear Lord MayorB
I am of opinion that millionairesD
Ought to wear purple breechesD
I see no reason why I myselfV
Should not have a morning coat of red white and blueF
Or a waistcoat emblazoned with the armsD
Of the Worshipful Company of SpectaclemakersD
In fact my dear Lord MayorB
To perpetrate a Mrs MeynellismI
The colour of life is the salt of itW
Just as the Lord Mayor's Show is the salt of the Lord MayoraltyI
And the one beautiful thingO
About life as people expect you to live itW
In the MetropolisD
Come hither come hither my dear Lord MayorB
And do not tremble soD
We are all glad to see you going up Fleet StreetX
We are all glad to see you going home the other wayD
And we shall be equally glad to see your successorB
Getting through the same flowerful day's workY
Next yearZ
Goodbye my dear Lord MayorB
AndP
HoorayD

Thomas William Hodgson Crosland



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