Analysis of Uncle Podger.
The spects were hanging,
on my nose since long.
I was searching every coner
and made the room topsy turvy.
The pen was kept in my shirt poket
but I was serching desperately.
I lost my temperment,
made hue and cry.
As I wanted to go out
so I had to wear slippers
but I found others
and wore it.
Very often I lost my other things.
Couldn't find in time.
At last i lost my real name
and earned the name 'Uncle Podger.'
| Scheme | XXAB CBCA CDDC XXXA |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | |
| Metre | 01010 11111 11101001 01011010 01110111 11111000 1111 1101 1110111 1111110 11110 011 1010111101 10101 1111111 0101101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
| Characters | 434 |
| Words | 102 |
| Sentences | 10 |
| Stanzas | 4 |
| Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4 |
| Lines Amount | 16 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
| Words per line (avg) | 5 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 80 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted by swarupbhattacharya263 on February 07, 2024
Modified by swarupbhattacharya263 on March 04, 2024
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