English poem
My first is often broken, ’t is so frail
by Carolyn Wells (1862–1942)
My first is often broken, ’t is so frail; Sometimes it has a head, sometimes a tail; Lives in the water, worn upon the hand, Dooms the offender, represents a land. My last is found on mankind and on brute, Possessed alike by fish and fowl and fruit. The daring mariner who seeks the pole, Failing to find it, may secure my whole.
More by Carolyn Wells
- My first is given and received, a blessing and a bane
- My first is good when it ’s alone
- My first is made of clay
- My first is my last, and my first is my whole
- My first is old and yellow
- My first is the well known historical home
- My first was ground beneath the oppressor’s wheel
- My first ’s a sum of money that I have never seen