Bob Polter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGFG HBHB IDID JBJB KLML NONO LLLL PQPQ RNRN SLSL LLLL TBTB UTUT TVTV LTLT WBWB LLLL NNNN LTLT XSXS TTTT YLYL LLLLBOB POLTER was a navvy and | A |
His hands were coarse and dirty too | B |
His homely face was rough and tanned | C |
His time of life was thirty two | B |
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He lived among a working clan | D |
A wife he hadn't got at all | E |
A decent steady sober man | D |
No saint however not at all | E |
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He smoked but in a modest way | F |
Because he thought he needed it | G |
He drank a pot of beer a day | F |
And sometimes he exceeded it | G |
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At times he'd pass with other men | H |
A loud convivial night or two | B |
With very likely now and then | H |
On Saturdays a fight or two | B |
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But still he was a sober soul | I |
A labour never shirking man | D |
Who paid his way upon the whole | I |
A decent English working man | D |
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One day when at the Nelson's Head | J |
For which he may be blamed of you | B |
A holy man appeared and said | J |
Oh ROBERT I'm ashamed of you | B |
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He laid his hand on ROBERT'S beer | K |
Before he could drink up any | L |
And on the floor with sigh and tear | M |
He poured the pot of thruppenny | L |
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Oh ROBERT at this very bar | N |
A truth you'll be discovering | O |
A good and evil genius are | N |
Around your noddle hovering | O |
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They both are here to bid you shun | L |
The other one's society | L |
For Total Abstinence is one | L |
The other Inebriety | L |
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He waved his hand a vapour came | P |
A wizard POLTER reckoned him | Q |
A bogy rose and called his name | P |
And with his finger beckoned him | Q |
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The monster's salient points to sum | R |
His heavy breath was portery | N |
His glowing nose suggested rum | R |
His eyes were gin and WORtery | N |
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His dress was torn for dregs of ale | S |
And slops of gin had rusted it | L |
His pimpled face was wan and pale | S |
Where filth had not encrusted it | L |
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Come POLTER said the fiend begin | L |
And keep the bowl a flowing on | L |
A working man needs pints of gin | L |
To keep his clockwork going on | L |
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BOB shuddered Ah you've made a miss | T |
If you take me for one of you | B |
You filthy beast get out of this | T |
BOB POLTER don't wan't none of you | B |
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The demon gave a drunken shriek | U |
And crept away in stealthiness | T |
And lo instead a person sleek | U |
Who seemed to burst with healthiness | T |
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In me as your adviser hints | T |
Of Abstinence you've got a type | V |
Of MR TWEEDIE'S pretty prints | T |
I am the happy prototype | V |
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If you abjure the social toast | L |
And pipes and such frivolities | T |
You possibly some day may boast | L |
My prepossessing qualities | T |
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BOB rubbed his eyes and made 'em blink | W |
You almost make me tremble you | B |
If I abjure fermented drink | W |
Shall I indeed resemble you | B |
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And will my whiskers curl so tight | L |
My cheeks grow smug and muttony | L |
My face become so red and white | L |
My coat so blue and buttony | L |
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Will trousers such as yours array | N |
Extremities inferior | N |
Will chubbiness assert its sway | N |
All over my exterior | N |
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In this my unenlightened state | L |
To work in heavy boots I comes | T |
Will pumps henceforward decorate | L |
My tiddle toddle tootsicums | T |
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And shall I get so plump and fresh | X |
And look no longer seedily | S |
My skin will henceforth fit my flesh | X |
So tightly and so TWEEDIE ly | S |
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The phantom said You'll have all this | T |
You'll know no kind of huffiness | T |
Your life will be one chubby bliss | T |
One long unruffled puffiness | T |
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Be off said irritated BOB | Y |
Why come you here to bother one | L |
You pharisaical old snob | Y |
You're wuss almost than t'other one | L |
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I takes my pipe I takes my pot | L |
And drunk I'm never seen to be | L |
I'm no teetotaller or sot | L |
And as I am I mean to be | L |
William Schwenck Gilbert
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