Analysis of The Battle
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Dames should be doomed to dungeons
Who masticate raw onions.
She was the cuddly kind of Miss
A man can love to death;
But when I sought to steal a kiss
I wilted from a breath
With onion odour so intense
I lost my loving sense.
Yet she was ever in my thought
Like some exotic flower,
And so a garlic bulb I bought
And chewed it by the hour;
Then when we met I thrilled to see
'Twas she who shrank from me.
So breath to breath we battled there,
To dominate each other;
And though her onions odious were,
My garlic was a smother;
Till loth I said: 'If we would kiss
Let's call an armistice.
'Now we have proved that we are true
To our opinions,
My garlic I'll give up if you
Give up your onions.'
And so next day with honey sips
How sweet her lips!
Scheme | AA BCBCDD XEXEFF XEEEBX GAGAHH |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 1111110 11110 11010111 011111 11111101 110101 1101101 111101 11110011 1101010 01010111 0111010 11111111 111111 11111101 110110 010101000 1101010 11111111 111100 11111111 110010 11011111 11110 01111101 1101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 848 |
Words | 154 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 26 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 115 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 30 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on May 01, 2023
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