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Wes Perkins

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Title:     Wes Perkins
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

I've read of Bob Burdett,
And Billin's, Twain and Bret
And the whole endurin' set
Of funny men, I guess;
But I never yit have found,
No matter how renowned,
A wit that's ever downed
Our Perkins, boys call Wes.

You sildom ketch him lyin';
Not much for speechifyin';
And he 'pears just half-way tryin'
When he does git off his wit:
But dogged if th'aint blame'd few
'Ll probe you through and through,
As Wes is sure to do,
For he allus makes a hit.

He's a humble sort of feller
With an eye as soft and meller
As an apple golden yeller
In the mild September sun:
Kinder quare and unconcerned,
Like he didn't kere a derned,
But many a feller's learned
That Wes is in for fun.

Cheap wits don't make no noise
'Bout Wes, 'cause he destroys
Their wisdom, which annoys
The humorist, more or less.
Unless your jokes 'll fit
You'd best reserve your wit,
And entirely omit,
'Fore Perkins, boys call Wes.


[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: Wes Perkins

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