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Bear with…
bear with…
bear with…
bear with…
bear with a sore head
was walking through the woods
one day,
when he (or she, or other)
decided that a nap
would be the thing
to take away the pain
from the bear’s brain.
.
The bear with…
the bear with…
bear with…
excuse me, it’s buffering…
the bear… suffering with…
a sore head
went into a deep sleep
and dreamt of berries,
and beers–
sorry, and bears,
other bears,
that he
(or she, or other)
had known.
Z
When the bear with…
bear with…
bear… bear…
bear… bearwithasoreheadwoke–
oops!
When. The. Bear. Awoke. It.
Told. A. Joke.
But, there was no one there
to laugh,
except a passing giraffe
that bore a passing resemblance to…
a wild (or just slightly livid) boar.
The giraffe did not laugh at the joke
until much later,
when the Giraffe had worked out
the pun in the punch line.
Such is the way of comedy.
Graeme Sandford 