Kung Phew
Over the years I've spent many hours
And a lot of money
On trying to master
The ancient art of kung fu
Just like other students do.
Then one night on TV
An advert saying
Master the art of kung fu
In half an hour
For free!.
So I put on my king fu suit
And travelled to the place
And suddenly a very old Chinese man
With a long beard on his face
Appeared.
Out of nowhere
He produced a jar full of bees
Opened the jar
And set them free.
Well the students threw
Their arms and legs
Punches and kicks
all over the place
At a lightening pace.
We were all awarded
A belt of the highest degree
Now I'm not scared of anyone
Thanks to the Chinese man
And his jar of bees.
''Did you hear the one about the karate expert who joined the army,
and killed himself on the first day the first day?
He saluted.''
Peter Dome.copyright.2914.march.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2014
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