Poke

burtschips

I got a poem and a joke, poems called 11 Lansdowne Crescent.

Sitting under a tree ( I don not know the name)
There's not a lot for me to see
Of nothing
But there is a church on my left
Bereft of nothing
Two mopeds face across the street
Red and green - like mirrored cordials
A salute and curtsey, Mwa, Mwa in France
There are leaves scattered on the terre
Yorstone slabs and and kerbs reinforcing their nothingness
How many are there?
I guess at a thousand
A thousand all weighed up would be less than me but still something
Sitting under a tree if you decide to write then write
That's something


And the Joke:

A plane over the Atlantic.

100 people are flying across the Atlantic. Suddenly, the pilot makes an emergency announcement. " I'm sorry but the plane is going to run out of fuel in 5 minutes. There are a hundred people onboard but only 99 parachutes."

The pilot is interrupted when a man jumps out of his seat and shouts; " I am the President of America, the most powerful and intelligent man in the world, I deserve to live.", he grabs a parachute and jumps........

Eventually, there are only two people still onboard, a young boy and an old man. The old man says, " I am eighty years old, I have had a long and a good life. Young man, you should take the last parachute and live a little."

The boy looks at the old man and shrugs, "We can both jump", he says, " the President picked up my school satchel".



Was funny when I heard it!