He disappeared in a puff of smoke

Posted on December 23, 2022 by | Leave a comment

He disappeared in a puff of smoke,

I never even knew the bloke,

he might have been asleep,

he may have been woke,

and he never even told me a joke.

.

If he’d have been a frog,

one day he’d croak,

that might just qualify

as a very bad joke.

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