Quite droll indeed, Whit! But in the words of a poet whom both you and I love: Nash, of course!

Child, the temptation please resist / To deify the humorist.
Simply because we're stuck with solons / Whose minds resemble lazy colons,
Do not assume our current jesters / Are therefor Solomons and Nestors. ....
They'll sell their birthright every time / To make a point or turn a rhyme.
This motto, child, is my bequest: / There's many a false word spoken in jest.