Franklin P. Adams

(15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

Lines On Reading Frank J. Wilstach's - Poem by Franklin P. Adams

As neat as wax, as good as new,
As true as steel, as truth is true,
Good as a sermon, keen as hate,
Full as a tick, and fixed as fate--

Brief as a dream, long as the day,
Sweet as the rosy morn in May,
Chaste as the moon, as snow is white,
Broad as barn doors, and new as sight--

Useful as daylight, firm as stone,
Wet as a fish, dry as a bone,
Heavy as lead, light as a breeze--
Frank Wilstach's book of similies.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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