Analysis of Pavement Poet
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
God's truth! these be the bitter times.
In vain I sing my sheaf of rhymes,
And hold my battered hat for dimes.
And then a copper collars me,
Barking: "It's begging that you be;
Come on, dad; you're in custody."
And then the Beak looks down and says:
"Sheer doggerel I deem your lays:
I send you down for seven days."
So for the week I won't disturb
The peace by singing at the curb.
I don't mind that, but oh it's hell
To have my verse called doggerel.
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Metre | 11110101 01111111 01110111 01010101 10110111 11110100 01011101 11001111 11111101 11011101 01110101 11111111 11111100 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 448 |
Words | 93 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 4 |
Lines Amount | 13 |
Letters per line (avg) | 26 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 85 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 22 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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