Analysis of My Uncle
I have an uncle,
Whose name is Pumblechook.
He is a huge-huge fat man,
with a mouth like a fish.
But he is really a bric a Brac,
And he is a real fool.
As he never does any work,
So he eats and eats a lot of food,
And he wears a cap like a little ridding hood's.
When he goes in his bower,
he sits reclined under a grove.
for he has time to stand and stare,
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
On the way if he meets me,
He always shakes hands with me.
It seems he feels a thrill of pleasure,
But I grieve at this.
For from his hand comes a smell of -
Trout and a pot pie,
I get irritated at this,
And always remain far from him.
Scheme | XAXXAXAXB CXXB DDCBXXBX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110 1111 1101111 101101 111100101 011011 11101101 111010111 011011010101 1110110 11011001 11111101 01111111 1011111 111111 111101110 11111 11111011 10011 1110011 0101111 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 609 |
Words | 138 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 9, 4, 8 |
Lines Amount | 21 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 156 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 46 |
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Submitted on September 06, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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