Or else it’s just some Yankee notion, dressed
In rough-and-ready “Uncle Dudley” phrase;
Some honest thought we common folks suggest,
—Some tricksy mem’ry-flash from boyhood’s
days.
I cannot polish off this stilted rhyme
With all these homely notions in my brain.
A sonnet, sir, would stick me every time;
Let’s have a chat ’bout common things in
Maine.