“Missourians” they, with a look which conveys:

“My friend, you will have to show me.”

No cynical scoff nor ironical thrust,

No skeptical look nor a sneer,

Just a leveling kind, “don’t throw a bluff” glance,

Then “welcome here without fear.”

The Poor Man’s Club hates the stuffed suit kind;

I opine it dislikes the “know

It all” sort, the artistically weird,

Still more it detests the blow.