The Christmas Goose Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEFE GHEI JBFB HHBB FKLK MFNF OFPF AFQF RRBB BBST SUFU VWFX| Mr Smiggs was a gentleman | A |
| And he lived in London town | B |
| His wife she was a good kind soul | C |
| And seldom known to frown | B |
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| 'Twas on Christmas eve | D |
| And Smiggs and his wife lay cosy in bed | E |
| When the thought of buying a goose | F |
| Came into his head | E |
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| So the next morning | G |
| Just as the sun rose | H |
| He jump'd out of bed | E |
| And he donn'd his clothes | I |
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| Saying Peggy my dear | J |
| You need not frown | B |
| For I'll buy you the best goose | F |
| In all London town | B |
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| So away to the poultry shop he goes | H |
| And bought the goose as he did propose | H |
| And for it he paid one crown | B |
| The finest he thought in London town | B |
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| When Smiggs bought the goose | F |
| He suspected no harm | K |
| But a naughty boy stole it | L |
| From under his arm | K |
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| Then Smiggs he cried Stop thief | M |
| Come back with my goose | F |
| But the naughty boy laugh'd at him | N |
| And gave him much abuse | F |
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| But a policeman captur'd the naughty boy | O |
| And gave the goose to Smiggs | F |
| And said he was greatly bother'd | P |
| By a set of juvenile prigs | F |
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| So the naughty boy was put in prison | A |
| For stealing the goose | F |
| And got ten days' confinement | Q |
| Before he got loose | F |
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| So Smiggs ran home to his dear Peggy | R |
| Saying Hurry and get this fat goose ready | R |
| That I have bought for one crown | B |
| So my darling you need not frown | B |
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| Dear Mr Smiggs I will not frown | B |
| I'm sure 'tis cheap for one crown | B |
| Especially at Christmas time | S |
| Oh Mr Smiggs it's really fine | T |
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| Peggy it is Christmas time | S |
| So let us drive dull care away | U |
| For we have got a Christmas goose | F |
| So cook it well I pray | U |
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| No matter how the poor are clothed | V |
| Or if they starve at home | W |
| We'll drink our wine and eat our goose | F |
| Aye and pick it to the bone | X |
William Topaz Mcgonagall
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