Flora's Bit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABB CDEFGG BBHH BBII BB JKLMLHHH BNBNBN NNNNNN NHBOHBPPB NPNOBO QNNNN NNBBNHNBBHB BNBBNRBBBEE LNSNLNNNTTNNUTVW RXNN| Flora with wondrous feathers in her hat | A |
| Rain soaked and limp and feeling very flat | A |
| With flowers of sorts in her full basket sat | A |
| Back to the railings there by Charing Cross | B |
| And cursed the weather and a blank day's loss | B |
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| Wevver she cried to P C E | C |
| Wevver you calls it Your sort then not mine | D |
| I calls it blanky 'NO ' So there you are | E |
| Bit of Old Nick's worstest particular | F |
| Wevver indeed Not much my little son | G |
| It's just old London's nastiest kind of fun | G |
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| Vi'lets narcissus primroses and daffs | B |
| See how they sits up in their beds an' laughs | B |
| Buy Pretty Ladies for your next at 'ome | H |
| Gents for the gells now buy a pretty bloom | H |
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| Gosh but them 'buses is a fair disgrace | B |
| Squirting their dirty mud into one's face | B |
| Robert my son you a'n't half worth your salt | I |
| Or you'd arrest 'em for a blank assault | I |
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| Primroses narcissus daffs and violets | B |
| First come is first served and pick o' basket gets | B |
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| Garn then and git Ain't none o' you no good | J |
| Cawn't spare a copper to'rds a pore gell's food | K |
| Gives one the 'ump it does to see you all go by | L |
| An' me a sittin' 'ere all day | M |
| An' none o' you won't buy | L |
| Vi'lets narcissus Blimy Strike me dumb | H |
| Garn What's the good o' you lot o' dirty scum | H |
| Silly blokes stony brokes I'm a goin' 'ome | H |
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| And then from out the Corner House | B |
| Came two and two and two | N |
| Three pretty maids three little Subs | B |
| Doing as young Subs do | N |
| When four days' leave gives them the chance | B |
| Of a little bill and coo | N |
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| What ho they cried as they espied | N |
| Flora's bright flower pot | N |
| Hi you there with the last year's hat | N |
| Let's see what you have got | N |
| And if they're half as nice as you | N |
| We'll buy the blooming lot | N |
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| But as they stood there chaffering | N |
| Out from the station came | H |
| A string of cautious motor cars | B |
| Packed full of lean brown men | O |
| The halt the maimed the blind the lame | H |
| The wreckage of the wars | B |
| Their faces pinched and full of pain | P |
| Their eyes still dazed with stress and strain | P |
| The nation's creditors | B |
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| The Subs the girls and Flora stood | N |
| There in the pouring rain | P |
| And shouted hearty welcomes to | N |
| The broken lean faced men | O |
| And when they'd passed the little Subs | B |
| Turned to their fun again | O |
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| But the biggest heart among them all | Q |
| Beat under the feathered hat | N |
| Not me she cried and up and sped | N |
| After the boys who had fought and bled | N |
| Here's a game worth two o' that | N |
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| She caught the cars and in she flung | N |
| Her wares with lavish hand | N |
| Narcissus vi'lets here you chaps | B |
| Primroses dafs for your rumply caps | B |
| My Ain't you black an' tanned | N |
| Narcissus vi'lets all abloom | H |
| We're glad to see you back | N |
| Primroses dafs Thenk Gawd you laughs | B |
| If it's on'y crooked smiles | B |
| We're glad my lads to see you home | H |
| If your faces are like files | B |
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| They thanked her with their crooked smiles | B |
| Their bandaged hands they waved | N |
| Narcissus vi'lets prims and daffs | B |
| They welcomed them with twisted laughs | B |
| Quite proper they behaved | N |
| And one said You're a Daisy dear | R |
| And if you'd stop the 'bus | B |
| We'd every one give you a kiss | B |
| And so say all of us | B |
| A Daisy dear that's what you are | E |
| And the rest You are You are | E |
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| Then Flora swung her basket high | L |
| And tossed her feathered head | N |
| To the boys she gave one final wave | S |
| And to herself she said | N |
| What kind of a silly old fool am I | L |
| Playin' the goat like that | N |
| Chuckin' of all my stock awye | N |
| And damaging me 'at | N |
| But them poor lads did look so thin | T |
| I couldn't ha' slept if I 'adn't a bin | T |
| An' gone an' done this foolish thing | N |
| An' it done them good an' it done me good | N |
| So what's the odds if I does go lean | U |
| For a day or two till the nibs comes in | T |
| A gell like me can always live | V |
| An' the bit I had I had to give | W |
| An' he called me a Daisy aw 'Daisy dear ' | - |
| An' I tell you it made me queer | R |
| With a lump in me throat and a swell right here | X |
| Fust time ever any one called me that | N |
| An' I swear it's better'n a bran new hat | N |
William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)
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