Benjamin Franklin
Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, / (So I read in the New Yorker);
Franklin fathered bastards fourteen, / (So I read in the New Yorker);
I never thought that Bill could say / A proper prayer;
Between the cliff-rise and the beach / A slip of emerald I own;
In Wall Street once a potent power, / And now a multi-millionaire
I keep collecting books I know / I'll never, never read;
One spoke: Come, let us gaily go / With laughter, love and lust,
Of all the meals that glad my day / My morning one's the best;
I draw sweet air / Deeply and long,
My brother Jim's a millionaire, / while I have scarce a penny;
The Princess was of ancient line, / Of royal race was she;
Drunk or sober Uncle Jim / Played the boy;
Bob Briggs went in for Government, / And helps to run the State;
His frown brought terror to his foes, / But now in twilight of his days
Say! You've struck a heap of trouble -- / Bust in business, lost your wife;
A beggar in the street I saw, / Who held a hand like withered claw,
I love to watch my seven cows / In meads of buttercups abrowse,
Birds have no consciousness of doom: / Yon thrush that serenades me daily
Would it be loss or gain / To hapless human-kind
God gave you guts: don't let Him down; / Brace up, be worthy of His giving.
At school I never gained a prize, / Proving myself the model ass;