JAP MILLER down at Martinsville's the blamedest feller yit! When @3he@1 starts in a-talkin' other folks is apt to quit! -- 'Pears like that mouth o' his'n wuzn't made fer nothin' else But jes' to argify 'em down and gether in their pelts: He'll talk you down on tariff; er he'll talk you down on tax, And prove the pore man pays 'em all -- and them's about the fac's! -- Religen, law, er politics, prize-fightin' er baseball -- Jes' tetch Jap up a little and he'll post you 'bout 'em all. And the comicalist feller ever tilted back a cheer And tuk a chaw tobacker kind o' like he didn't keer. -- There's where the feller's stren'th lays, -- he's so common-like and plain, -- They hain't no dude about old Jap, you bet you -- nary grain! They 'lected him to Council and it never turned his head. And didn't make no differunce what anybody said, -- He didn't dress no finer, ner rag out in fancy clothes; But his voice in Council-meetin's is a turrer to his foes. He's fer the pore man ever' time! And in the last campaign He stumped old Morgan County, through the sunshine and the rain, And helt the banner up'ards from a-trailin' in the dust, And cut loose on monopolies and cuss'd and cuss'd and cuss'd! He'd tell some funny story ever' now and then, you know, Tel, blame it! it wuz better'n a Jack-o'-lantern show! And I'd go furder, yit, to-day, to hear old Jap norate Than any high-toned orater 'at ever stumped the State! W'y, that-air blame Jap Miller, with his keen sircastic fun, Has got more friends than ary candidate 'at ever run! Don't matter what @3his@1 views is, when he states the same to you, They allus coincide with yourn, the same as two and two: You @3can't@1 take issue with him -- er, at least, they hain't no sense In startin' in to down him, so you better not commence. -- The best way's jes' to listen, like your humble servant does, And jes' concede Jap Miller is the best man ever wuz! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON BARCLAY OF URY by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 4 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ON A PRESSED FLOWER IN MY CPOY OF KEATS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |