This is in praise of black humour for it casts a light on being human.
Whose wife left him with a note saying
'Your dinner is in the dog'.
Have you heard the one about the man
Who went into a bar and said 'ouch' -
It was an iron bar.
Have you heard the one about the man
Who went into hospital for a check-up
And his doctor said 'I've got some bad news
And some good news. Bad news first, old chap.
We've got to amputate your left leg but
The good news is Mr Jones in the next bed
Would like to buy your slippers.'
Have you heard the one about the man
Who lost his job as a chastity belt maker
When the bottom fell out of the market.
You have, oh please don't cry, let me finish
On a lighter note, no not a squeaky octave, silly,
No listen up, Tarzan was walking in the jungle
When he came across a large swamp, out
Of which came a swirling mist. The mist
Formed itself into a beautiful, sexy girl.
The girl shimmied up to him and whispered
Into his ear: ' Methane, you Tarzan'.
There, I told you life's a gas!
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2009-07-01 at 09:29
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Have you heard the one...?
Have you heard the one about the manWhose wife left him with a note saying
'Your dinner is in the dog'.
Have you heard the one about the man
Who went into a bar and said 'ouch' -
It was an iron bar.
Have you heard the one about the man
Who went into hospital for a check-up
And his doctor said 'I've got some bad news
And some good news. Bad news first, old chap.
We've got to amputate your left leg but
The good news is Mr Jones in the next bed
Would like to buy your slippers.'
Have you heard the one about the man
Who lost his job as a chastity belt maker
When the bottom fell out of the market.
You have, oh please don't cry, let me finish
On a lighter note, no not a squeaky octave, silly,
No listen up, Tarzan was walking in the jungle
When he came across a large swamp, out
Of which came a swirling mist. The mist
Formed itself into a beautiful, sexy girl.
The girl shimmied up to him and whispered
Into his ear: ' Methane, you Tarzan'.
There, I told you life's a gas!
Chris Fernie, 2009
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 403 times
Written on 2009-07-01 at 09:29
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