What type of poem is this??

Question:When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongueCould scarcely cry 'weep! 'Weep! 'Weep! 'Weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! Never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
And so he was quiet; and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongueCould scarcely cry 'weep! 'Weep! 'Weep! 'Weep!
So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
That curled like a lamb's back, was shaved: so I said,
"Hush, Tom! Never mind it, for when your head's bare,
You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."
And so he was quiet; and that very night,
As Tom was a-sleeping, he had such a sight, -
That thousands of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
And by came an angel who had a bright key,
And he opened the coffins and set them all free;
Then down a green plain leaping, laughing, they run,
And wash in a river, and shine in the sun.
Then naked and white, all their bags left behind,
They rise upon clouds and sport in the wind;
And the angel told Tom, if he'd be a good boy,
He'd have God for his father, and never want joy.
And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark

Well, it contains 'metaphors' and 'similes' for starters.
- a metaphor is using an analogy for something else
- a simile compares something with something else (usually beginning with 'as' or 'like'

like a lamb's back - a simile
likening the life of the chimney sweeps to being locked in black coffins - metaphor

It is a narrative poem, I suppose because it tells a story (and it uses rhyming couplets young/tongue weep/sleep head/said

Is that enough to start you off?

Just to say what type of poem it is, it is difficult not to add some comment as to its content It is a story in poetic form,somewhat after the style of Charles Dickens. I could follow the story quite easily, but the grammatical errors were somewhat off putting.
"That thousands of sweepers" followed by names that are singular, where they should be plural i.e Dick's, Jack's.
Critically speaking it needs some further work, but as a kiddies bedtime story (poem) in its present form, they world love it.

Robert

uh...i dunno but I like it :)http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;...