WHEN someone pulls a droll idea, When someone thrusts a jocund jab, I laugh right out. You can't call me a Crab. The dollars that I spend are many To get a little bit of fun; I like a joke as well as any One. I never elevate mine eyebrow At what another thinks is rough; I do not have to have the highbrow Stuff. Yet nothing keeps my heart from sinking— Alas! how then my spirits droop— At jokes about the noise of drinking Soup. And though I have a quenchless yearning For any quip or crank or wheeze, I cannot smile at jokes concerning Cheese. I used to blame this lovely climate; But deep deliberation shows Me why I have so sad a time at Shows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO FEAR by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) THE MAD GARDENER'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO NEXT DAY; IN THE TRAIN by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP AUTUMN LOVE by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK |