NIce poetry, are you published?
Just my little protest tune. Hey hey, ho ho, Chinese crap has got to go!
When I was in China in 1994 I was told the casserole was dog. Now I’m not so sure.
My pal Russ sent me this joke.I hope you like it:
Ed came home drunk one night, slid into bed beside his sleeping wife,
and fell into a deep slumber.
He awoke before the Pearly Gates, where St. Peter said, you died in
your sleep, Ed.’
Ed was stunned. ‘I’m dead? No, I can’t be! I’ve got too much to live
for. Send me back!’
St. Peter said, ‘I’m sorry, but there’s only one way you can go back,
and that is as a chicken.’
Ed was devastated, but begged St. Peter to send him to a farm near his
home. The next thing he knew, he was covered with feathers, clucking and
pecking the ground..
A rooster strolled past. ‘So, you’re the new hen, huh? How’s your first
day here?’
‘Not bad,’ replied Ed the hen, ‘but I have this strange feeling inside.
Like I’m gonna explode!’
You’re ovulating,’ explained the rooster. ‘Don’t tell me you’ve never
laid an egg before?’
‘Never,’ said Ed.
‘Well, just relax and let it happen,’ says the rooster. ‘It’s no big
deal.’
He did, and a few uncomfortable seconds later, out popped an egg! He
was overcome with emotion as he experienced motherhood. He soon laid
another egg—his joy was overwhelming..
As he was about to lay his third egg, he felt a smack on the back of
his head, and heard....
“Ed, wake up! You shit the bed!”
there was a time back in 2008 when I had reason to spend quite a bit of time in Flushing NY, which is the REAL Chinatown in NYC. i had a favorite Sichuan restuarant which had several very authentic “rabbit” dishes on the menu. now, we ALL knew that “rabbit” meant RAT, but you just cannot say that in NYC…
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