Classic Poem

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