Two Poets
Two poets sat arguing about how their words would change the
world.
"My words are so beautiful that they will inspire the
people to overthrow their oppressors," said one.
"No, my words are so haunting they will drive people into
each other's loving, warm embraces, where forever they will linger," said
the other.
"Romance is a low aim of poetry," said the first
poet. "My poems will bring justice!"
The second poet laughed. "What are you, a virgin?"
The first poet, deeply embarrassed, silently nodded yes.
"It is okay," said the second poet. "I am too. Like all poets."
Squirrel Birthday Party
I saw a squirrel in a jar. How did it get into the jar? Did it
climb in, searching for the last bit of peanut butter? Was it stuck there by a
sadistic child?
I let it out, and was surprised when the squirrel turned to me
and asked why I had removed him from his resting place.
"I was trying to help," I replied.
"Well, sometimes things are best left alone," said
the squirrel. "Don't you know glass jars are the best places for smelling
your own farts? You ruined my birthday!"
I apologized and put him back.
Paws Off!
“Paws off!” the girl whispered to her dog. She had taken him
to the art gallery with the explicit understanding that he was not to touch the
paintings. “But it looks so real,” said the pup, admiring a still life of a
fish and basket of fruit. “You should know better,” chided the girl, “your
father was an artist.”
“My father was a drunk with a paintbrush”, the dog said
bitterly. The girl thought maybe he was just saying this to sound interesting
and decided to ignore the comment. “Let’s get a snack in the cafĂ©”. The dog
wagged his tail.
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