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Poem November 2, 1786

Fowle's New Hampshire Gazette And General Advertiser

Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire

What is this article about?

Satirical alphabet poem deriding American Revolutionary War grievances, including unpaid army, declining Boston trade, congressional power, requisitions, and hard times.

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DIVERSION for CHILDREN six feet high:
Or, Political Criss-cross row.

A was our army which never was paid.
B is poor Boston declining in trade.
C is the Courts of Session and Pleas,
D is Destruction a coming on these.
E is Old England, at our troubles quite funny,
F France in a sweat for her money
G are the Grievances people lay under.
H is the House, torn by factions asunder.
I the Insurgents who rise to top suing.
K the Kind orders which were our undoing.
L are the Lawyers who make such a racket,
M is our money they put in their pocket.
N are the Notes, Continental and State.
O the Old Conti— "beware of its fate."
P is the power which Congress demand,
Q is the quarrel this makes through the land.
R Requisition which Congress make from us.
S the Sad time they have chosen to dun us.
T are the Times, hard to people who try them,
U are the Usurers who make money by them.
V are the Vicious—nineteen out of twenty.
W the Wise, as few they're plenty.

What sub-type of article is it?

Satire Acrostic

What themes does it cover?

Political Satire Society Taxation Tyranny

What keywords are associated?

Political Satire American Revolution Congress Grievances Taxation Boston Trade Continental Notes

Poem Details

Title

Diversion For Children Six Feet High: Or, Political Criss Cross Row.

Subject

Political Grievances And Congressional Requisitions

Form / Style

Abecedarian With Rhymed Lines

Key Lines

A Was Our Army Which Never Was Paid. B Is Poor Boston Declining In Trade. P Is The Power Which Congress Demand, R Requisition Which Congress Make From Us. W The Wise, As Few They're Plenty.

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