Does Life Have Some Meaning

He asked the janitor if his life had some meaning
    The small man replied, "Oh, yes, when I'm cleaning"
 
  He wondered where the bodybuilder found his meaning
    'Muscles' smiled and said, "Only when I'm preening"

  Next he tapped a psychiatrist for something redeeming
    Shushing him, Doc whispered, "Wait for my client to stop dreaming"

  When he interrupted a movie director midst of a screening
    He almost landed a part with lots of horrified screaming... 
 
   His search for meaning for the moment completed
     The cobbler hoped his shoe-pile was no longer depleted
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Krutsinger Avatar
April 24, 2023 at 10:55 AM
"Shushing him, Doc whispered, "Wait for my client to stop dreaming"" That part amused me and all of the parts entertained me.
Bauer Avatar
April 20, 2023 at 1:31 PM
cleverly written, gershon!
Wolf Avatar
April 20, 2023 at 6:26 PM
I used my 'clever keyboard.' It's the 'baby edition' of a smart board. (Oy, what a groaner!)
Hawkins Avatar
April 19, 2023 at 9:28 PM
I hope so, Gershon. Different horses for different courses. Take care, Shirley
Wolf Avatar
April 20, 2023 at 6:32 PM
And different jokes for different folks. Smiles, gw
Turner Avatar
April 19, 2023 at 8:15 PM
that is how my dad supported a wife and 3 kids. I spent many an afternoon putting heels and 1/2 soles on shoes and boots. a dying art and trade. I like this one because of the shoe cobbler, GW.
Wolf Avatar
April 20, 2023 at 6:36 PM
Did you use an awl when cobbled? Awl I ever cobbled with was ... (From Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar,' Act 1, Scene 1). That's Awl, Folks! ~ Bugs Bunny
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