The Whiskers And The Wind

Clarence Wells had wondrous whiBkera, Which he cultivatcd duly; Long and flossy, slcek and g] They were hirsute marréis, trulyl With pomatum and cosmetica ClarencO ras attentive to 'em- Yet all vainly, for profanely Did the wind go blowing through 'em. Though their Bhape was all the fashion. And their texture soft and wavy: Though their color was no duller Than the pink of roast beef gravy; Though the poets sung their glory And the damsels loved to woo 'em, Still the gusty gales and lusty Kept adversely whisking throngu 'em, Clarence Wells at last surrendered To fate's fltful drafty pi And one day. sir, with a razor Off he swiped those crinóse daisiesl Fortune favored hlm divested Of hls whiskers pink and flowing- With no furry freaks to worry, All at once the wind stopped blowijyf.