The Dead-beat Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBACDDA EFEAGAG HIJ JH| He dropped more sullenly than wearily | A |
| Lay stupid like a cod heavy like meat | B |
| And none of us could kick him to his feet | B |
| Just blinked at my revolver blearily | A |
| Didn't appear to know a war was on | C |
| Or see the blasted trench at which he stared | D |
| I'll do 'em in he whined If this hand's spared | D |
| I'll murder them I will | A |
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| A low voice said | E |
| It's Blighty p'raps he sees his pluck's all gone | F |
| Dreaming of all the valiant that AREN'T dead | E |
| Bold uncles smiling ministerially | A |
| Maybe his brave young wife getting her fun | G |
| In some new home improved materially | A |
| It's not these stiffs have crazed him nor the Hun | G |
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| We sent him down at last out of the way | H |
| Unwounded stout lad too before that strafe | I |
| Malingering Stretcher bearers winked Not half | J |
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| Next day I heard the Doc 's well whiskied laugh | J |
| That scum you sent last night soon died Hooray | H |
Wilfred Owen
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