Lorenzo De Lardy Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLMN OPOQ RSRS RSMT SSSS SUSU ISIS SSSS SISI SASA TSTS SVSV WSWS STSS SISI

DALILAH DE DARDY adoredA
The very correctest of cardsB
LORENZO DE LARDY a lordA
He was one of Her Majesty's GuardsB
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DALILAH DE DARDY was fatC
DALILAH DE DARDY was oldD
No doubt in the world about thatC
But DALILAH DE DARDY had goldD
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LORENZO DE LARDY was tallE
The flower of maidenly petsF
Young ladies would love at his callE
But LORENZO DE LARDY had debtsF
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His money position was queerG
And one of his favourite freaksH
Was to hide himself three times a yearG
In Paris for several weeksH
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Many days didn't pass him beforeI
He fanned himself into a flameJ
For a beautiful DAM DU COMPTWOREI
And this was her singular nameJ
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ALICE EULALIE CORALINEK
EUPHROSINE COLOMBINA THERESEL
JULIETTE STEPHANIE CELESTINEM
CHARLOTTE RUSSE DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISEN
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She booked all the orders and tinO
Accoutred in showy fal lalP
At a two fifty Restaurant inO
The glittering Palais RoyalQ
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He'd gaze in her orbit of blueR
Her hand he would tenderly squeezeS
But the words of her tongue that he knewR
Were limited strictly to theseS
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CORALINE CELESTINE EULALIER
Houp le Je vous aime oui mossooS
Combien donnez moi aujourd'huiM
Bonjour Mademoiselle parlez vooT
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MADEMOISELLE DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISES
Was a witty and beautiful missS
Extremely correct in her waysS
But her English consisted of thisS
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Oh my pretty man if you pleaseS
Blom boodin biftek currie lambU
Bouldogue two franc half quite ze cheeseS
Rosbif me spik Angleesh godamU
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A waiter for seasons beforeI
Had basked in her beautiful gazeS
And burnt to dismember MILORI
HE LOVED DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISES
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He said to her Mechante THERESES
Avec desespoir tu m'accablesS
Penses tu DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISES
Ses intentions sont honorablesS
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Flirtez toujours ma belle si tu osesS
Je me vengerai ainsi ma chereI
JE LUI DIRAI DE QUOI L'ON COMPOSES
VOL AU VENT E LA FINANCIEREI
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LORD LARDY knew nothing of thisS
The waiter's devotion ignoredA
But he gazed on the beautiful missS
And never seemed weary or boredA
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The waiter would screw up his nerveT
His fingers he'd snap and he'd danceS
And LORD LARDY would smile and observeT
How strange are the customs of FranceS
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Well after delaying a spaceS
His tradesmen no longer would waitV
Returning to England apaceS
He yielded himself to his fateV
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LORD LARDY espoused with a groanW
MISS DARDY'S developing charmsS
And agreed to tag on to his ownW
Her name and her newly found armsS
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The waiter he knelt at the toesS
Of an ugly and thin corypheeT
Who danced in the hindermost rowsS
At the Theatre des VarietesS
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MADEMOISELLE DE LA SAUCE MAYONNAISES
Didn't yield to a gnawing despairI
But married a soldier and playsS
As a pretty and pert VivandiereI

William Schwenck Gilbert



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