A Discontented Sugar Broker Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDEEB FGFGHHIIG BEBEJKLLE MEMENNMME OEOEPPQQE RPRPEERRP ESETPPUUT PEPEVVFFE WPWPFFXXP YZYZEEYYZ OEOEJJA2A2E B2JB2JJJEEJ C2 JD2JD2JJJJJJD2A gentleman of City fame | A |
Now claims your kind attention | B |
East India broking was his game | A |
His name I shall not mention | B |
No one of finely pointed sense | C |
Would violate a confidence | D |
And shall I go | E |
And do it No | E |
His name I shall not mention | B |
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He had a trusty wife and true | F |
And very cosy quarters | G |
A manager a boy or two | F |
Six clerks and seven porters | G |
A broker must be doing well | H |
As any lunatic can tell | H |
Who can employ | I |
An active boy | I |
Six clerks and seven porters | G |
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His knocker advertised no dun | B |
No losses made him sulky | E |
He had one sorrow only one | B |
He was extremely bulky | E |
A man must be I beg to state | J |
Exceptionally fortunate | K |
Who owns his chief | L |
And only grief | L |
Is being very bulky | E |
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This load he'd say I cannot bear | M |
I'm nineteen stone or twenty | E |
Henceforward I'll go in for air | M |
And exercise in plenty | E |
Most people think that should it come | N |
They can reduce a bulging tum | N |
To measures fair | M |
By taking air | M |
And exercise in plenty | E |
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In every weather every day | O |
Dry muddy wet or gritty | E |
He took to dancing all the way | O |
From Brompton to the City | E |
You do not often get the chance | P |
Of seeing sugar brokers dance | P |
From their abode | Q |
In Fulham Road | Q |
Through Brompton to the City | E |
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He braved the gay and guileless laugh | R |
Of children with their nusses | P |
The loud uneducated chaff | R |
Of clerks on omnibuses | P |
Against all minor things that rack | E |
A nicely balanced mind I'll back | E |
The noisy chaff | R |
And ill bred laugh | R |
Of clerks on omnibuses | P |
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His friends who heard his money chink | E |
And saw the house he rented | S |
And knew his wife could never think | E |
What made him discontented | T |
It never entered their pure minds | P |
That fads are of eccentric kinds | P |
Nor would they own | U |
That fat alone | U |
Could make one discontented | T |
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Your riches know no kind of pause | P |
Your trade is fast advancing | E |
You dance but not for joy because | P |
You weep as you are dancing | E |
To dance implies that man is glad | V |
To weep implies that man is sad | V |
But here are you | F |
Who do the two | F |
You weep as you are dancing | E |
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His mania soon got noised about | W |
And into all the papers | P |
His size increased beyond a doubt | W |
For all his reckless capers | P |
It may seem singular to you | F |
But all his friends admit it true | F |
The more he found | X |
His figure round | X |
The more he cut his capers | P |
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His bulk increased no matter that | Y |
He tried the more to toss it | Z |
He never spoke of it as fat | Y |
But adipose deposit | Z |
Upon my word it seems to me | E |
Unpardonable vanity | E |
And worse than that | Y |
To call your fat | Y |
An adipose deposit | Z |
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At length his brawny knees gave way | O |
And on the carpet sinking | E |
Upon his shapeless back he lay | O |
And kicked away like winking | E |
Instead of seeing in his state | J |
The finger of unswerving Fate | J |
He laboured still | A2 |
To work his will | A2 |
And kicked away like winking | E |
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His friends disgusted with him now | B2 |
Away in silence wended | J |
I hardly like to tell you how | B2 |
This dreadful story ended | J |
The shocking sequel to impart | J |
I must employ the limner's art | J |
If you would know | E |
This sketch will show | E |
How his exertions ended | J |
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MORAL | C2 |
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I hate to preach I hate to prate | J |
I'm no fanatic croaker | D2 |
But learn contentment from the fate | J |
Of this East India broker | D2 |
He'd everything a man of taste | J |
Could ever want except a waist | J |
And discontent | J |
His size anent | J |
And bootless perseverance blind | J |
Completely wrecked the peace of mind | J |
Of this East India broker | D2 |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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