Analysis of American Football
Run, catch, take a hit
I couldn’t quit.
In football that’s what I could do
That was my food
Knocked on my rear end
My business I did tend
Two years totally blasted twice
It was kind of nice
A glamour boy scoring touchdowns
I did not frown
Flashing speed on the outside
That’s what you need
Decent hands I felt home on the land
A Michigan state high school ranked team
We did beam.
Scheme | AABCDDEEFGHIJKK |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 11101 111 0111111 1111 11111 110111 11100101 11111 0101101 1111 1011011 1111 101111101 010011111 111 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 387 |
Words | 77 |
Sentences | 2 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 15 |
Lines Amount | 15 |
Letters per line (avg) | 20 |
Words per line (avg) | 5 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 299 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 75 |
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Written on June 12, 2023
Submitted on June 12, 2023
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