Franklin Pierce Adams

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

The Comfort Of Obscurity - Poem by Franklin Pierce Adams

INSPIRED BY READING MR. KIPLING'S POEMS AS
PRINTED IN THE NEW YORK PAPERS

Though earnest and industrious,
I still am unillustrious;
No papers empty purses
Printing verses
Such as mine.

No lack of fame is chronicker
Than that about my monicker;
My verse is never cabled
At a fabled
Rate per line.

Still though the Halls
Of Literature are closed
To me a bard obscure I
Have a consolation The
Copyreaders crude and rough
Can't monkey with my
Humble stuff and change MY
Punctuation.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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