Friday, November 30, 2018

Poem

My father-in-law was a great guy, one of those folks who never met a stranger, but he told the worst jokes.  I was thinking of one of his favorites, and it led to this....
He tried to be the class clown
But he told the worst jokes in town
Really horrible ones,
Like “If your nose runs
And your feet smell, you’re built upside down.”

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