A Ballade of Suicide

[Captain.Heroin]

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours-on the wall-
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay-
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall-
I see a little cloud all pink and grey-
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way-
I never read the works of Juvenal-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational-
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

-Gilbert Keith Chesterton​

 

[Captain.Heroin]

In life I've been the thief
At the moment I cry out
I've reached the point of grief
I have no voice to scream nor shout
When the red flags go up again I see
Dying has become attractive to me
And just when I began to load the gun
The uniforms brought me wine; and some cheap food on which to dine
I then began to see that the destruction of life as fun
I now see purpose for my life so I praise the black sun and say
I think I will not hang myself today

- Yours Truly​

 

[mal3volent]

That seems like a unique rhyme pattern but maybe I'm just too poetically challenged to recognize it. Regardless I'm glad you decided to live another day.

 

[Captain.Heroin]

I didn't write it and if I was going to off myself I would for sure not hang myself. But thank you.

 

[Captain.Heroin]

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours-on the wall-
Are drawing a long breath to shout "Hurray!"
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

To-morrow is the time I get my pay-
My uncle's sword is hanging in the hall-
I see a little cloud all pink and grey-
Perhaps the rector's mother will not call- I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way-
I never read the works of Juvenal-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational-
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small-
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

ENVOI

Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

-Gilbert Keith Chesterton​

It's basically an A, B, etc pattern.

Some of the words are intentionally warped into the rhyme scheme i.e. "rational" is normally not pronounced "ration-awl".