Poems by Franklin Pierce Adams
It Happens In The B.R. Families
... Till I couldn't help thinking the man had been drinking, ...
A Poor Excuse, But Our Own
... A children's song, I'd stand revealed ...
Sporadic Fiction
... ) Turn, turn my leaves, and let me learn ...
Lines Written On The Sunny Side Of Frankfort Street
... A slave to duty's harsh commanding call, ...
Lines On Reading Frank J. Wilstach's
... Broad as barn doors, and new as sight- ...
To The Returned Girls
... Swimming, golfing, bridging, dancing, ...
Recuerdo
... And she wept, "God bless you!" for the apples and pears, ...
On A Wine Of Horace's
... I glimpsed a Falernian, I said: "Waiter, ...
From: Horace To: Phyllis Subject: Invitation
... Parsley wreathes, and, for your tresses, ...
If Amy Lowell Had Been James Whitcomb Riley
... But though the honey taste wuz sweet, an' though the wine wuz strong, ...
To W. Hohenzollern, On Resuming The Conning Tower
... And learned you couldn't bear a Towerless season, ...
The Ballad Of Justifiable Homicide
... "O tell me, tell me,-and make it brief- ...
The Comfort Of Obscurity
... PRINTED IN THE NEW YORK PAPERS ...
An Ultimatum To Myrtilla
... Though the thing look ne'er so silly ...
Thoughts In A Far Country
... The palpitanat strains of "The Star Spangled Banner,"- ...
