In these trying times
Let us not forget the mirth,
The unbridled joy,
Reminiscent of our youth
When humor still lived
In the great absurdity
Of footprints in the butter.
In these trying times
Let us not forget the mirth,
The unbridled joy,
Reminiscent of our youth
When humor still lived
In the great absurdity
Of footprints in the butter.
I am not sure what pachyderms have to do with this poem, but then again I don’t know how one (especially a pachyderm) could get his footprints in the butter! 🙂 Delightful poem.
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The prompt for this was to create something inspired by the first joke you remember being told!
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