Analysis of Our Pote
A pote is sure a goofy guy;
He ain't got guts like you or I
To tell the score;
He ain't goy gumption 'nuff to know
The game of life's to get the dough,
Then get some more.
Take Brother Bill, he used to be
The big shot of the family,
The first at school;
But since about a year ago,
Through readin' Longfeller and Poe,
He's most a fool.
He mopes around with dimwit stare;
You might as well jest not be there,
The way he looks;
You'd think he shuns the human race,
The how he buries down his face
In highbrow books.
I've seen him stand for near an hour,
Jest starin' at a simple flower -
Sich waste o' time;
The scribblin' on an envelope . . .
Why, most of all his silly dope
Don't even rhyme.
Now Brother's Jim's an engineer,
And Brother Tim's a bank cashier,
While I keep store;
Yet Bill, the brightest of the flock,
Might be a lawyer or a doc,
And then some more.
But no, he moons and loafs about,
As if he tried to figger out
Why skies are blue;
Instead o' gittin' down to grips
Wi' life an' stackin' up the chips
Like me an' you.
* * * * * * * * * *
Well, since them final lines I wrote,
We're mournin' for our Brother Pote:
Bill crossed the sea
And solved his problem with the beat,
For now he lies in peace and rest
In Normandie.
He died the bravest of the brave,
And here I'm standin' by his grave
So far from home;
With just a wooden cross to tell
How in the blaze of battle hell
As gloriously there he fell -
Bill wrote his "pome".
Scheme | AABCCBDDECCE FFGHHGIIJKKJ LLBMMBNNOPPO QQDXXDRRXSSSJ |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (32%) Tetractys (28%) |
Metre | 01110101 11111111 1101 11110111 01111101 1111 11011111 01110100 0111 11010101 11101 1101 1101111 11111111 0111 11110101 01110111 011 111111110 110101010 1111 011110 11111101 1101 11011101 01010101 1111 11010101 11010101 0111 11110101 1111111 1111 0111111 1111101 1111 1 11110111 11110101 1101 01110101 11110101 0100 11010101 0111111 1111 11010111 10011101 11000111 1111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,531 |
Words | 295 |
Sentences | 12 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 12, 12, 12, 1, 13 |
Lines Amount | 50 |
Letters per line (avg) | 21 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 213 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 63 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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