
Harry Graham was a British poet and writer, best known for his humorous and satirical verse. Born in 1874, he gained prominence in the early 20th century for his witty and often darkly comic poems, which frequently critiqued societal norms and human folly. His most notable work, "Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes," published in 1899, showcased his unique blend of macabre humor and sharp social commentary. The collection featured verses that juxtaposed innocent themes with grim conclusions, establishing Graham as a pioneer of the genre that combined humor with a touch of the grotesque. Graham's literary significance lies not only in his ability to entertain but also in his skillful use of irony and satire to reflect the complexities of human nature. His work influenced later generations of poets and writers who sought to explore the darker aspects of life through humor. Beyond poetry, Graham also contributed to the literary landscape as a journalist and editor, further solidifying his place in early 20th-century literature. His legacy endures in the realm of comic poetry, where his innovative approach continues to inspire writers who blend humor with deeper reflections on society.
“Little Willie, full of glee, Put radium in grandma's tea. Now he thinks it quite a lark To see her shining in the dark.”
“It is Never Too Late to Mend." Since it can never be too late To change your life, or else renew it, Let the unpleasant process wait Until you are compelled to do it. The State provides (and gratis too) Establishments for such as you. Remember this, and pluck up heart, That, be you publican or parson, Your ev'ry art must have a start, From petty larceny to arson; And even in the burglar's trade, The cracksman is not born, but made. So, if in your career of crime, You fail to carry out some "coup", Then try again a second time, And yet again, until you do; And don't despair, or fear the worst, Because you get found out at first. Perhaps the battle will not go, On all occasions, to the strongest; You may be fairly certain tho' That He Laughs Last who laughs the Longest. So keep a good reserve of laughter, Which may be found of use hereafter. Believe me that, howe'er well meant, A Good Resolve is always brief; Don't let your precious hours be spent In turning over a new leaf. Such leaves, like Nature's, soon decay, And then are only in the way. The Road to—-well, a certain spot, (A Road of very fair dimensions), Has, so the proverb tells us, got A parquet-floor of Good Intentions. Take care, in your desire to please, You do not add a brick to these. For there may come a moment when You shall be mended willy-nilly, With many more misguided men, Whose skill is undermined with skilly. Till then procrastinate, my friend; "It Never is Too Late to Mend!”