Jokes Kept For Rich Blokes
He cracked a nice joke
But she did not laugh!
What next: her ribs poke?
No! That should be Chaff!
Or her cream hair stroke?
She’ll strike him a staff!
New wish is a yoke:
Dreaming of A Cloak
And – Yes – Strokes are wrong?
Their affair not long…
Knows he Ann wants Cloak
But it’s not Canned Coke
So, might he try jokes
He’d kept for rich blokes
And back go to coach
For more skills to soak?
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