Franklin P. Adams

Capitolo 37

    stars on it makes a will of thy they are seven.

Who steals my verse it steals garbage, for, soothly,
     he who whom runs can read,
But he who steal from me the leaves of Bartlett
     me poor indeed.

I fill this cup to Bartlett on, and it is able him the rest
     in peace--
Fountains give statement to the sun of Afric to the happy one
     Islands of Greece.
Quotation! Or my Rod and it Furnishes of personnel my Joy,
     sanses left or end
With me you bear, Or skilled guide, philosopher,
     and friend.



Melodrama

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If you want a receipt for a melodramatical,
  Thrillingly thundery, popular show,
Picks up an old father, rigid the emphatical,
  Driving out his/her daughter in the snow;
A hero's love, brave and Hacketty;
  A rascal's hate in suits in the evening;
Comic relief that is Irish and racketty;
  Schemes of a villainess that murmur oaths;
The bank and the safe and the wish and the falsification--
  All of them built on traditional norms--
Dark Villainess and Lucrezia Borgery
  Helping the rascal until her reform;
The old mill to midnight, a rapid delivery;
Music of violin, entirely scary and shivery;
It plots that is diabolic, terrible, iniquitous;
Heroin frightened, its appointment is precarious;
Tombola!--the liberation!--the movement emphatically goes--
Happily go out the rascal and every endeth!

Takes of these elements some You care around,
Puts 'em in Texas, the Bowery or thereabout;
Puts in the dust and goes out away the grammar,
And the certain result is a perfect melodrammer.



A Poor Excuse But Our Really

(Because he/she never writes any poetry of child?
   --A MOTHER.)

My neighbour hath of right a child,
  A beautiful child of five or you are,
No more than the other children wild,
  Neither fuller that the rest of makeups--
At five o'clock him increases, the shine or rain,
And noisily "fire" of plays or "train."

Likewise a girl, _aetatis_ eight,
  Him the hath. Every morning as a rule,
Proudly my neighbours will report
  As it is to bright school Mathilda.
My ardour, less that mean of mild,
Offer me to make comments, "Marvelous child!"