A Parisian Episode
Ellis Parker Butler 1869 (Muscatine) – 1937 (Williamsville)
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day
While yet the nuit was early,
Je met a homme whose barbe was grey,
Whose cheveaux long and curly.
"Je am a poete, sir," dit he,
"Je live where tres grande want teems
I'm faim, sir. Sil vous plait give me
Un franc or cinquatite centimes."
I donne him vingt big copper sous
But dit, "You moderne rhymers
The sacre poet name abuse
Les poets were old timers."
"Je know! I know!" he wept, contrite;
"The bards no more suis mighty:
Ils rise no more in eleve flight,
Though some are beaucoup flighty.
"Vous wonder why Je weep this way,
Pour quoi these tears and blubbers?
It is mon fault les bards today
Helas! suis mere earth-grubbers.
"There was a time when tout might see
My grande flights dans the saddle;
Crowned rois, indeed, applauded me
Le Pegasus astraddle.
"Le winged horse avec acclaim
Was voted mon possession;
Je rode him tous les jours to fame;
Je led the whole procession.
"Then arrivee the Prussian war
The siege the sacre famine
Then some had but a crust encore,
We mange the last least ham-an'
"Helas! Mon noble winged steed
Went oft avec no dinner;
On epics il refusee feed
And maigre grew, and thinner!
"Tout food was gone, and dans the street
Each homme sought crusts to sate him
Joyeux were those with horse's meat,
And Pegasus! Je ate him!"
My anger then Je could not hide
To parler scarcely able
"Oh! curses dans you, sir!" Je cried;
"Vous human livery stable!"
He fled! But vous who read this know
Why mon pauvre verse is beaten
By that of cinquante years ago
'Vant Pegasus fut eaten!
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Submitted on August 03, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABAB BCB X XCX X DBDB ACAC BEBE FG FG HG HX IJIJ KLKL MEM E NGNG |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,549 |
Words | 309 |
Stanzas | 17 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 3, 1, 3, 1, 4, 4, 4, 2, 2, 2, 2, 4, 4, 3, 1, 4 |
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