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THEAR WAS THIS OLD MAN (AN OLD OLD STORY)

I was waking down a street
In front I saw a crowed
Standing around , a course of mumbling , I could hear
I heed some saying:'' You bastard! '' and laughing
As he swore

I got closer , I saw man sat on the curb of the pavement
In his hand he had stick , with a length of string , in a drain
The crowed had grown to a great number
I made my way to stand beside the man who was fishing
Sat over the drain

I asked him '' caught any fish old man?
The man , went quiet a little bit of time
Then , he looked up at me , then looked around
Then back up to me:

'' Well , lad '' , ''aye '' , '' happen I have '' , '' counting thee ''
'' You make thirty three! He grind , So did I
And wondered when his mother and father planed to wed!*

A very very old joke. I make no clame that it is an oregenal joke.
*I just fleshed it out a bit.

Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith

Poetry by ken d williams