I never dared be radical when young
For fear it would make me conservative when old.
THE SPAN OF LIFE
The old dog barks backward without getting up.
I can remember when he was a pup.
THE WRIGHTS’ BIPLANE
This biplane is the shape of human flight.
Its name might better be First Motor Kite.
Its makers’ name—Time cannot get that wrong.
For it was writ in heaven doubly Wright.
Let me be the one
To do what is done.
EVIL TENDENCIES CANCEL
Will the blight end the chestnut?
The farmers rather guess not.
It keeps smouldering at the roots
And sending up new shoots
Till another parasite
Shall come to end the blight.
Let chaos storm!
Let cloud shapes swarm!
I wait for form.
On glossy wires artistically bent,
He draws himself up to his full extent.
His natty wings with self-assurance perk.
His stinging quarters menacingly work.
Poor egotist, he has no way of knowing
But he’s as good as anybody going.
He has dust in his eyes and a fan for a wing,
A leg akimbo with which he can sing,
And a mouthful of dye stuff instead of a sting.
THE HARDSHIP OF ACCOUNTING
Never ask of money spent
Where the spender thinks it went.
Nobody was ever meant
To remember or invent
What he did with every cent.
NOT ALL THERE
I turned to speak to God
About the world’s despair;
But to make bad matters worse.
I found God wasn’t there.
God turned to speak to me
(Don’t anybody laugh)
God found I wasn’t there
At least not over half.
IN DIVES’ DIVE
It is late at night and still I am losing,
But still I am steady and unaccusing.
As long as the Declaration guards
My right to be equal in number of cards,
It is nothing to me who runs the Dive.
Let’s have a look at another five.