Them
biggest poets allus preach
Good common sense enough;
But
‘tallus seems beyend the reach
Uv us uv common stuff.
They
teach good truths an’ all uv thet,
But in sech language, whew!
It
makes a feller fairly sweat
Afore he gits ha’f through.
Sech
words as sylvan, balmy, sere.
An’ rhymic, arid, monotone;
Resplendent,
fleeting, ope, austere,
Imbued, decade, becalm, enthrone,
They
may be nice an’ rightly writ,
An’ full uv poetree
But
words like jummer,* bust an’ grit
Work in the best fur me.
The
humbly words we uster use
Beat this new-fangled kind;
They
fit a feller like ol’ shoes,
An’ keep corns off the mind.
May
3rd, ‘92
(*not sure)
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