Analysis of My Dog's My Boss
Robert William Service 1874 – 1958
Each day when it's anighing three
Old Dick looks at the clock,
Then proudly brings my stick to me
To mind me of our walk.
And in his doggy rapture he
Does everything but talk.
But since I lack his zip and zest
My old bones often tire;
And so I ventured to suggest
Today we hug the fire.
But with what wailing he expressed
The death of his desire!
He gazed at me with eyes of woe
As if to say: 'Old boy,
You mustn't lose your grip, you know,
Let us with laughing joy,
On heath and hill six miles or so
Our legs and lungs employ.'
And then his bark was stilled to a sigh
He flopped upon the floor;
But such a soft old mug am I
I threw awide the door;
So gaily, though the wind was high
We hiked across the moor.
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Metre | 111111 111101 11011111 1111101 00110101 11011 11111101 1111010 01110101 0111010 11110101 0111010 11111111 111111 11011111 111101 11011111 1010101 011111101 110101 11011111 11101 11010111 110101 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 814 |
Words | 151 |
Sentences | 7 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 6, 6, 6, 6 |
Lines Amount | 24 |
Letters per line (avg) | 23 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 136 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 37 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on April 04, 2023
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