Jane Mansfield and Her Christmas Tree
Is this tree beautiful or what?
Her grandson did not see a tree.
All he saw was Jane Mansfield.
So she showed the picture to her son.
He did not see a tree either.
“Howard,” she said to her husband, “point out the tree.”
He asked her, “what tree?”
In desperation she turned to her ten-year-old grandson.
Timmy, can you show these men where the tree is?
"Is that what you call them now?" Timmy asked.
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