Analysis of My Tuesday
It's time for a change
The bruised life to arrange
To find a viable way
For solving an abstruse maze
So I could gain a restful day
With the mood I crave
In my beloved Sunday
For it's the only thing
That I could rejoice and sing
After the fatigue the week brings
And sing to such a harmful degree
That the fixed bruises will again be free
In the midst of this chaos
The poems aren't bad
They take you away when you're sad
For the world calls you mad
You just use the words to blast
And get a shortcut to last
Until Sunday
Sweet Sunday
My Sunday
So I hate Tuesday
But it's all this poem's thanks
That I could obtain a way back
So let's solve this maze
And wholeheartedly wait
For our beloved Sunday
Scheme | AABCBXBDDXEE XFFFGGBBBEXX CXB |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11101 011101 1101001 1101011 11110101 10111 01011 110101 1110101 10001011 011101001 1011010111 0011110 010101 11101111 101111 1110111 010111 011 11 11 11110 111111 11101011 11111 010001 110011 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 684 |
Words | 141 |
Sentences | 1 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 12, 3 |
Lines Amount | 27 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 184 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on January 26, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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