Analysis of A WEEK IN A FOOTSCRAY SWEATSHOP
There was a time back around ‘76
When I found myself virtually a slave,
Working in a sweatshop in Footscray
In a factory at Modern Maid.
Modern Maid was down Gordon Street
A factory making sinks, pipes, and white goods
But ‘stead of making them to a high standard
As any reputable firm would:
They had a working bee twice a year
To make the next six months’ stuff,
But as it all stood out in the elements
As the months did pass they began to rust.
So the factory did have five giant vats
And when each day’s orders came in,
They burnt the rust off in vats of acid
Until what was left was paper-thin.
Bathtubs literally a millimetre thick
So thin you’d think they could be no use,
For the first time, someone stepped in
They’d surely go straight through.
But they had a way to protect against this
A method simple yet effective too,
By spraying on a very thick layer of enamel paint
The girth had been trebled; the baths just safe to use.
The vats had two of acid, two of alkali, one of water
In turn baths, sinks, et cetera were all dunked,
Sulphurous fumes would flood the vat room
Until we were all coughing up our lungs.
I stayed there but a single week
In that horrid, steaming, sulphurous Hell,
Still after more than forty-five years
It’s a time I still remember well.
The fumes, the heat, the awful smells
Dodging occasional acid spills,
Feeling grateful to finish another day
Without that day having been killed.
THE END
© Copyright 2021 Philip Roberts
Melbourne, Victoria, Australia
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Metre | 1101101 1111100001 1000101 001001101 10111101 01001011011 11110110110 110100011 110101101 1101111 11111100100 1011110111 10100111101 01111010 1101101110 011111101 1100001001 111111111 1011110 110111 11101101011 0101010101 110101011010101 011110011111 011111011101110 01111100011 1111011 01101101101 11110101 01101011 110111011 101110101 01010101 100100101 10101100101 01111011 01 101010 100100010 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,468 |
Words | 274 |
Sentences | 9 |
Stanzas | 10 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 3 |
Lines Amount | 39 |
Letters per line (avg) | 30 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 118 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 27 |
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There was a time back around ‘76 When I found myself virtually a slave, Working in a sweatshop in Footscray In a factory at Modern Maid.
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Written on January 31, 2009
Submitted by PHIL_ROBERTS on July 05, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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