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Keeping Up With the Joneses

Sammy Skelton, a sorry bag of bones
Tried to keep up with Johnny 'Crossbone' Jones 
   He practiced grim groans
   Produced awful moans
Yet never did improve his muscle tone

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Richard Lamoureux

November 6, 2019 at 9:21 AM

Ha ha, a cute one. Not what I expected.

Gershon Wolf

November 6, 2019 at 1:53 PM

Hope you didn't have 'Great Expectations, Richard. LOL. Thanks a lot! :) gw

Jennifer Proxenos

November 4, 2019 at 1:37 PM

Love this write - really funny - I enjoyed the way you rhymed each line - missed reading your poems Gershon, but move now over and back on soup after a hectic two weeks. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 2:24 PM

Thanks for letting me know you found this funny, Jennifer... That must have been some move you undertook! Two weeks! I imagine that you're not living out of boxes though. Some people do so for months (or years, LOL) after they move. Welcome back! Cheers, Gershon

Caren Krutsinger

November 2, 2019 at 2:17 PM

The last line is a doozy.

Gershon Wolf

November 4, 2019 at 2:23 PM

Ha, ha! Love your choice of words there, Caren! ~ 97-pound weakling woozy :)

Chris Green

November 1, 2019 at 7:13 AM

This was funny G. I don;t know why but I kept picturing Red Skeleton and Johnny Carson as I read this.

Gershon Wolf

November 1, 2019 at 11:11 AM

Ha, ha! Red Skelton! Hadn't thought of him and his drunken 'Mr. Dunahee (sp?) --- must have been a mispronunciation of Donoghue, now that I pause to reflect --- characterization for ages! Thanks for sparking that bit of nostalgia. Smiles, Gershon