Ten Mills


I never dared be radical when young

For fear it would make me conservative when old.

The Span of Life

The old dog barks backward without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup.

The Wrights' Biplane

This biplane is the shape of human flight. Its name might better be First Motor Kite. Its makers' name—Time cannot get that wrong, For it was writ in heaven doubly Wright.


Let me be the one To do what is done.

Evil Tendencies Cancel

Will the blight end the chestnut? The farmers rather guess not. It keeps smouldering at the roots And sending up new shoots Till another parasite Shall come to end the blight.


Let chaos storm!

Let cloud shapes swarm!

I wait for form.


On glossy wires artistically bent, He draws himself up to his full extent. His natty wings with self-assurance perk. His stinging quarters menacingly work. Poor egotist, he has no way of knowing But he's as good as anybody going.

One Guess

He has dust in his eyes and a fan for a wing,

A leg akimbo with which he can sing,

And a mouthful of dye stuff instead of a sting.

The Hardship of Accounting

Never ask of money spent Where the spender thinks it went. Nobody was ever meant To remember or invent What he did with ev cent.

Not All There

I turned to speak to God About the world's despair; But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there. 408

God turned to speak to me (Don t anybody laugh) God found I wasn't there— At least not over half.

In Dives' Dive

It is late at night and still I am losing, But still I am steady and unaccusing

As long as the Declaration guards My right to be equal in number of cards,

It is nothing to me who runs the Dive. Let's have a look at another five.


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