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Show 4 Walt Mason j . THE BUSY BARD 1 punch my lyre to buy a tire or sparkplugs spark-plugs for my flivver; I sing a lay t.. purchase hay and gas and beans and liver. The poet knows but small repose, these days of stress and straining: he works the muse for overshoes to wear when It Is ralnltiK He swats the harp lo buy a carp to feed his aunls and iin.es; he turns out loads of hot stuff . des on anoi.-ni Homes and Oreei ei ind grot rs say, "That rhyming Jay laki s life so beastly easy, while wc must hump or hit the dump, where tto the bankrupts bank-rupts cheeses ' And plumber- sigh, a I thev go by. "That poet's graft s a dals : he "merely" sits and throws his fits, nnd he Is fat and leiy. and we poor ginks fix busted sln!o: and faucets thai ,'u-leaking, ,'u-leaking, and when w.-r done nnd asl. our mon. tin- patron's always shrieking.' s people walk 1 hear 'hem talk il.onl the snap I'm ownlnK. I busk nt ease end wrlti my wheexe while working men are groaning. But oh, the times when di -cent rhymes won't come, for all m tr. -Ing. when my old dome won'l frame pome that men mirhi call undying I The barren days when eheer-up lays It seems, cannot be written! The ghastly nluhis when he who writes Is b the brain-f.i. smitten! Oh. then the bard would deal in lard, or plumb With plumb. -rs. nu i If he could soak the herp whose smoke has risen yearly, dally. |