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Tax Poem

    Tax Poem             Some bum accosted me on the street;           “Spare change, nephew? I need a new hat.”           He held his stovepipe hat out upside down;           it was colored blue, white and red           spangled with stripes and stars,           battered, worn, and slightly askew.           “Sam,” I said, for it was none other,           “You don’t look too well. What’s wrong?”           “You don’t want to hear my life story - “ he muttered,           “-   that’s true - “ I agree...

Shropshire and Me

Shropshire and Me   A Shropshire guy did sadly sigh that malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to Man. Now, to his cry, I do reply that pot can outdo poetry to justify Man’s ways to me.              

Retort to Puck

  Retort to Puck               O what a tangled web we weave           when first we practice to deceive;           but since experience makes us wise           we soon grow skillful in our lies!