Zogbaum draws with a pencil, And I do things with a pen. And you sit up in a conning tower Bossing eight hundred men. Zogbaum takes care of his business And I take care of mine. And you take care to ten thousand tons Sky-shooting through the brine. Zogbaum can handle his shadows And I can handle my style. And you can handle a ten-inch gun To carry seven mile. "To him that hath shall be given." And that's why these books are sent To the man who had lived more stories Than Zogbaum or I could invent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 4. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND, IN THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE DRIED MILLPOND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT |