TELLING JOKES
Stopped in van,By waving hands.
By a panicked man,
Who's wife was
Round the middle,
A certain girth.
Asked him to
Borrow a phone,
From one of the homes.
As his wife was about
To give birth.
On the ground of my van,
My blankets threw down.
Seeing my wife having children,
knew what to do.
She gave birth,
Not to one child but two.
A couple of months went past,
My disbelieving wife.
Called her and asked,
About what I had said.
The lass told her,
I helped her when.
Her husband couldn't,
As the baby's were coming.
"Alan kept trying to tell me a joke,
While I was giving birth apart from that,
He seems a decent bloke".
Wife replied. "He likes telling jokes.
Don't mean to scoff,
Keep on telling him.
His delivery's good,
But his timings off".
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-03-18 at 00:44
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