One Last Favor
An old Irishman was on his deathbed
He was nearly at the end.
He had one final wish to be granted
so he motioned to Patty, his friend.
"Patty, I need one last favor".
"Just ask me", was Patty's reply.
"Find me bottle of the best Irish whiskey",
he said with a tear in his eye.
"When I'm gone, please pour it over me grave,
just in case I have me a thirst"!
Patty agreed, then sheepishly asked,
"Could I run it through me kidneys first"?
Copyright © Ralph Taylor | Year Posted 2011
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