Think pink
Bobo thought he had seen it all. Then he saw this: a big bright pink elephant. He had to have it. It would perfect for his yard. His wife couldn’t object. It was the 1,000 pound gorilla he wanted to keep in the guest bedroom. It was an elephant. It would stay outside. And it would be the perfect complement to her pink flamingos — all 200 hundred of them strewn all over their lawn.
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What do you mean you don't have a cat? Aren't you human?
Overheard conversation at a cat show where there were over 250 cats representing about 40 different breeds.
Cat fancier to an eight-year-old girl: “Do you have a cat?”
Eight-year-old girl: “No, but I have two guinea pigs.”
Cat fancier: “Cats and guinea pigs can get along.”
Girl: “I also have two dogs.”
Fancier: “Cats and dogs can get along.”
Girl: “I also have two birds.”
Fancier, frowning slightly: “Well, maybe sometime in the future you can have a cat.”
I wonder if Noah had the same problem.
The misunderstood PPE gargles
Are related to the ancient fargles.
They live in a land
Of neither rock nor sand,
But they fit over eyes like sparkles.
These oddly named PPE gargles
Can only be worn by gargoyles.
When they sit on the edge
Of a building or ledge
The gargles give their eyes stargles.
These stargles come out in the night
When there is no moon or no light.
And only the gargoyles can see
With their gargles PPE
All the wonders and terrible frights.
Fargles were gargles of a time
When the gargoyles lived in the brine.
And all they could see
Without the fargles that be
Was the salt, the sea, and the grime.
Gargoyle with his PPE gargles
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Oh, if my client weren’t thin,
I might try again
To give ol’ Ozzie a wondrous spin.
But as it stands now,
I’d have to be more than a cow
To udderly grasp the glass teat, oh how?
And if I chocked the chicken
It might take a lickin’
And come round a pickin’
a row
with the cow
or a sow
somehow.
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