Analysis of Blackjack Drove Me
Blackjack was my chauffer. My maid, Delta Dawn.
Mr. Peas was my butler. My cook, Gracie Fawn.
Blackjack drove me up a wall. Delta cleaned me out.
Mr. Peas had lots of gall. Gracie broiled with clout.
Blackjack danced with Delta. Delta served up Peas.
Gracie ball rolled gefilte. Each one left to please.
Blackjack broke his compass. Delta dropped her mop.
Mr. Peas caused a rumpus. Gracie dumped her slop.
First I fired my chauffer. Next I canned my maid.
Then I booted my butler. My cook went unpaid.
My life is hunky-dory since I took control.
The moral of the story: find a trusty soul.
| Scheme | AA BB CC DD EE FF |
|---|---|
| Poetic Form | Couplet |
| Metre | 111111101 101111011101 11110110111 101111110111 1111010111 1011111111 1111010101 10110110101 11101111111 111011011101 111101011101 010101010101 |
| Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
| Characters | 578 |
| Words | 107 |
| Sentences | 25 |
| Stanzas | 6 |
| Stanza Lengths | 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 2 |
| Lines Amount | 12 |
| Letters per line (avg) | 38 |
| Words per line (avg) | 9 |
| Letters per stanza (avg) | 76 |
| Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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Submitted on February 05, 2010
Modified on March 05, 2023
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