Franklin Pierce Adams

[F.P.A.] (15 November 1881 – 23 March 1960 / Chicago, Illinois)

Franklin Pierce Adams Poems

81. Fragment 1/3/2003
82. Again Endorsing The Lady, Ii 1/3/2003
83. If The Advertising Man Had Been Praed, Or Locker 1/3/2003
84. Ballade Of Ancient Acts 1/3/2003
85. Georgie Porgie 1/3/2003
86. Despite 1/3/2003
87. War And Peace 1/3/2003
88. Advising Chloë 1/3/2003
89. On The Importance Of Being Earnest 1/3/2003
90. So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World 1/3/2003
91. I Remember, I Remember 1/3/2003
92. Abelard And Heloïse 1/3/2003
93. On The Flight Of Time 1/3/2003
94. Again Endorsing The Lady 1/3/2003
95. Glycera Rediviva 1/3/2003
96. Ballade Of The Traffickers 1/3/2003
97. A Gotham Garden Of Verses 1/3/2003
98. An Ode In Time Of Inauguration 1/3/2003
99. Bon Voyage - And Vice Versa 1/3/2003
100. How Do You Tackle Your Work 1/3/2003
101. A Lament 1/3/2003
102. Fifty-Fifty 1/3/2003
103. The Higher Education 1/3/2003
104. Broadmindedness 1/3/2003
105. A Ballad Of Baseball Burdens 1/3/2003
106. Baseball's Sad Lexicon 1/3/2003
107. A Psalm Of Labouring Life 1/3/2003

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A Psalm Of Labouring Life

Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.

Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?

Not employment and not sorrow
Is my destined end or way;
But to act that each tomorrow
Finds me idler than today.

Work is long, and plutes are lunching;
Money is the thing I crave;
But my heart continues punching
Funeral time-clocks to the grave.

In the world's uneven battle, ...

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On A Wine Of Horace's

What time I read your mighty line,
O Mr. Q. Horatius Flaccus,
In praise of many an ancient wine--
You twanged a wickid lyric to Bacchus!--
I wondered, like a Yankee hick,
If that old stuff contained a kick.

So when upon a Paris card
I glimpsed a Falernian, I said: "Waiter,

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