Comments about Hugh Wren
Thought is a trusty computer in action,
My thoughts, composed of many factions;
Words, letters and numbers compete
Fighting for their place in Webster's Complete;
Then fans turn and belts whirr,
Words jump out without a burr.
Rushing forth from shining mind,
Which never ever lags behind.
Sometimes expressed as trails of blue blood
Sometimes as wondrous words-a flood,
Flowing out through speech and writ
Against no dam will it hit.
Sometimes they come with wheels jammed,
They come along doors, shut, slammed,
When I've finished the fans ...