“You don’t need a parachute to skydive.” That was my good friend’s advice. “Why wear a cumbersome parachute? Unless you plan on jumping twice.”
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He learned to paint just yesterday This un-artistic friend of mine, He sought to paint the rising sun When it began to shine. The scene he picked for such as he, Could have been a bit more subtle, It seems that he has now become An artistic puddle.
“Oh, no,” he said to his little girl, “That light was red, and I drove right through!” “Well it must be all right,” she told him, “‘Cause the cop behind us did it too!”
Does a crocodile, When he eats someone Always shed a tear? I think I know How to find out But I’ll need a volunteer.
“You have your wedding ring on the wrong finger.” I told her, when I was introduced to Fran. “I know it’s on the wrong finger”, she said, It’s there because I married the wrong man!