Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, Punny Guy

Here’s Some Nice Poem By A, “Punny” Guy Puns are nice, but I need a living so I can get all life is giving, but I don’t drive and can’t afford a chauffeur. Each job I’ve tried just turns and kicks me. I’m broke and need someone to, “fix” me. If I could bake some bread, I’d be a, “loafer.” I need a job, I’m blue you see, (that color skin looks weird on me). It’s really true, so that fact, I will mention. A baker’s one I would be heading since right now, “dough” is what I’m, “kneading.” I’m so poor I can barely pay attention. Some animals with pretty features are horses, they’re majestic creatures. To see them run fast sure does make my day. They’ll galop and have no remorse. When they get sick they will sound, “horse.” They won’t say, “Yes,” all they will say is, “Neigh-gh-gh-gh!” Now, dogs are sweet since they’re so loyal which means good times, they’ll never spoil. They’re man’s best-friends and help lives to move on. For good times, they can’t get enough and always make my life less, “Ruff!” If mine ran off I’d surely say, “Dog-gone!” An elephant is mighty big. Earthquakes start if they’d dance a jig. They are Republicans, not some old drunks so tree them nice since they’re a jumbo. Big ears make them fly like Dumbno. They love to swim since they all have their, “trunks.” All hogs say, “Oink!” when they’re not fed. “I’m starving!” is what they’d have said. They’ll offer love, but it is seldom taken. Though men can wear the finest digs, their drink’s, “swine,” (chauvinistic, “pigs).” That’s odd because they will, “bring home the bacon.” An elephant is mighty big. Earthquakes start if they’d dance a jig. They are Republicans, not some old drunks. Treat them quite nice since they’re a jumbo. Big ears will make them fly like Dumbo. They love to swim since they’ve all got their, “trunks.” Most cats are sweet each time they’re purring. To show their love’s what they’re conferring. They’re, “fe-’lines’ “ who’ll go, “straight” to ecstacy. Invite one in to share your dinner. They’ll think that is a, “purrrrrr-fect” winner. To them, dogs cause a sheer, “ ‘cat’-tastrophy.” A frog can live on land or water though, “Knee-deep!” is where they would aught ‘er. They’re proud. “I, ‘toad’ you so!” is how they’ll gloat. His girl, “Anne-Fibian” has ways of seeing he has, “hoppy” days. The sick frogs have a person in their throat. Though writing puns does make me happy, (it helps my days to be more snappy), I’d rather be a cleaner, chef or nurse. Woodworking means joy will have soared. I won’t take naps since I’m not, “bored.” Still, as you see, I’ve gone from, “bed-to-verse.”