Analysis of Pickles
Now that I'm twenty,
I beat pickle jars open with big knives.
I slam slabs into their hats,
and when they open,
I'm happy.
When I was little, my dad used pickles to let ME be the hero.
When HE would try to open the jar,
his veins would bulge out blue.
But I would just smile
and twist them off.
And I believed him.
When my parents fell out of love,
My mom stopped buying those pickles,
at least the ones I could slide open.
Now I pound and beat pickles open.
I see others beating their jars open.
I miss twisting them off.
My child will twist open our pickle jars,
and the dents in their hats will never be seen.
Scheme | AXXBAXXXXC X XXBBBCXX |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11110 1110110111 1110111 01110 110 11110111101111010 111111001 111111 11111 0111 01011 11101111 11110110 110111110 111011010 1110101110 111011 11111010101 00101111011 |
Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 594 |
Words | 123 |
Sentences | 11 |
Stanzas | 3 |
Stanza Lengths | 10, 1, 8 |
Lines Amount | 19 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 156 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 41 |
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Submitted on May 01, 2011
Modified on April 21, 2023
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