Flora's Bit Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Flora with wondrous feathers in her hatA
Rain soaked and limp and feeling very flatA
With flowers of sorts in her full basket satA
Back to the railings there by Charing CrossB
And cursed the weather and a blank day's lossB
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Wevver she cried to P C EC
Wevver you calls it Your sort then not mineD
I calls it blanky 'NO ' So there you areE
Bit of Old Nick's worstest particularF
Wevver indeed Not much my little sonG
It's just old London's nastiest kind of funG
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Vi'lets narcissus primroses and daffsB
See how they sits up in their beds an' laughsB
Buy Pretty Ladies for your next at 'omeH
Gents for the gells now buy a pretty bloomH
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Gosh but them 'buses is a fair disgraceB
Squirting their dirty mud into one's faceB
Robert my son you a'n't half worth your saltI
Or you'd arrest 'em for a blank assaultI
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Primroses narcissus daffs and violetsB
First come is first served and pick o' basket getsB
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Garn then and git Ain't none o' you no goodJ
Cawn't spare a copper to'rds a pore gell's foodK
Gives one the 'ump it does to see you all go byL
An' me a sittin' 'ere all dayM
An' none o' you won't buyL
Vi'lets narcissus Blimy Strike me dumbH
Garn What's the good o' you lot o' dirty scumH
Silly blokes stony brokes I'm a goin' 'omeH
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And then from out the Corner HouseB
Came two and two and twoN
Three pretty maids three little SubsB
Doing as young Subs doN
When four days' leave gives them the chanceB
Of a little bill and cooN
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What ho they cried as they espiedN
Flora's bright flower potN
Hi you there with the last year's hatN
Let's see what you have gotN
And if they're half as nice as youN
We'll buy the blooming lotN
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But as they stood there chafferingN
Out from the station cameH
A string of cautious motor carsB
Packed full of lean brown menO
The halt the maimed the blind the lameH
The wreckage of the warsB
Their faces pinched and full of painP
Their eyes still dazed with stress and strainP
The nation's creditorsB
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The Subs the girls and Flora stoodN
There in the pouring rainP
And shouted hearty welcomes toN
The broken lean faced menO
And when they'd passed the little SubsB
Turned to their fun againO
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But the biggest heart among them allQ
Beat under the feathered hatN
Not me she cried and up and spedN
After the boys who had fought and bledN
Here's a game worth two o' thatN
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She caught the cars and in she flungN
Her wares with lavish handN
Narcissus vi'lets here you chapsB
Primroses dafs for your rumply capsB
My Ain't you black an' tannedN
Narcissus vi'lets all abloomH
We're glad to see you backN
Primroses dafs Thenk Gawd you laughsB
If it's on'y crooked smilesB
We're glad my lads to see you homeH
If your faces are like filesB
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They thanked her with their crooked smilesB
Their bandaged hands they wavedN
Narcissus vi'lets prims and daffsB
They welcomed them with twisted laughsB
Quite proper they behavedN
And one said You're a Daisy dearR
And if you'd stop the 'busB
We'd every one give you a kissB
And so say all of usB
A Daisy dear that's what you areE
And the rest You are You areE
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Then Flora swung her basket highL
And tossed her feathered headN
To the boys she gave one final waveS
And to herself she saidN
What kind of a silly old fool am IL
Playin' the goat like thatN
Chuckin' of all my stock awyeN
And damaging me 'atN
But them poor lads did look so thinT
I couldn't ha' slept if I 'adn't a binT
An' gone an' done this foolish thingN
An' it done them good an' it done me goodN
So what's the odds if I does go leanU
For a day or two till the nibs comes inT
A gell like me can always liveV
An' the bit I had I had to giveW
An' he called me a Daisy aw 'Daisy dear '-
An' I tell you it made me queerR
With a lump in me throat and a swell right hereX
Fust time ever any one called me thatN
An' I swear it's better'n a bran new hatN

William Arthur Dunkerley (john Oxenham)



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