He told what he thought, a funny joke
She got mad with that Uncle Sam bloke
His sense of humor was awry
So she smacked him in the eye
Jesting lies in the art of delivery
To get it right Sam needed smart livery
But smart these days doesn't seem to be the way
In America or any other place on the planet's lay
For Sam's joke to translate well to her funny bone
He should've employed a Marcel Marceau megaphone
But what occurred instead was the sound of thunder
From the bad joke from America to the land down under
Laughs didn't abound in a generous supply
Her tempest did storm with an endless cranky cry
But in the end it all turned out right
Poets through it all and friends in a genial light
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
He told what he thought, a funny joke
She got mad with that Uncle Sam bloke
His sense of humor was awry
So she smacked him in the eye
Jesting lies in the art of delivery
To get it right Sam needed smart livery
But smart these days doesn't seem to be the way
In America or any other place on the planet's lay
For Sam's joke to translate well to her funny bone
He should've employed a Marcel Marceau megaphone
But what occurred instead was the sound of thunder
From the bad joke from America to the land down under
Laughs didn't abound in a generous supply
Her tempest did storm with an endless cranky cry
But in the end it all turned out right
Poets through it all and friends in a genial light
This poem was brought about by a bad joke I used to comment on Elizabeth's Facebook page...
It definitely got lost in the translation! But amends have been made and as a result we were able to write a poem together about it. Poets through and through! Thank you Elizabeth!
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