JOE BEALL 'ud set upon a keg Down to the groc'ry store, an' throw One leg right over t'other leg An' swear he'd never had no show, "O, no," said Joe, "Hain't hed no show," Then shift his quid to t'other jaw, An' chaw, an' chaw, an' chaw, an' chaw. He said he got no start in life, Didn't get no money from his dad, The washin' took in by his wife Earned all the funds he ever had. "O, no," said Joe, "Hain't hed no show," An' then he'd look up at the clock An' talk, an' talk, an' talk, an' talk. "I've waited twenty year -- let's see -- Yes, twenty-four, an' never struck, Altho, I've sot roun' patiently, The fust tarnation streak er luck. O, no," said Joe "Hain't hed no show," Then stuck like mucilage to the spot, An' sot, an' sot, an' sot an' sot. "I've come down regerlar every day For twenty years to Piper's store. I've sot here in a patient way, Say, hain't I, Piper?" Piper swore. "I tell ye, Joe, Yer hain't no show; Yer too dern patient" -- ther hull raft Jest laffed, an' laffed, an' laffed, an' laffed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER by WALLACE RICE HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE MAID OF LLANWELLYN; A SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE IN DEFENSE OF YOUTH by ROBBINS WOLCOTT BARSTOW LA BEAUTE by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: MITIGATIONS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |