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[Quite possibly the most juvenile gag I’ve ever posted on Soup. In my defence, I was probably twelve when I first heard it.] * He went to the library to borrow a book The librarian said, “Please do take a look.” He looked for an hour but couldn’t decide She said, “I’m surprised, when the choice is so wide.” She pushed two books forward and said, “Look at these, I’m certain that one of these writers should please.” He gazed at the books with a smidgen of doubt And asked her to detail what they were about “Now, Dickens,” she said, “a likely solution, With London and Paris: the French Revolution, But if you feel reading this might take you ages How about something with rather less pages? “This other suggestion instils quite a chill. A man selling body parts fresh from a kill He first kills a woman so ample of breast And markets those ‘wares’ to a girl who has less The man said, “One Classic and one Burke and Hare, How might I distinguish the books you have there?” She told him, “The first is ‘A Tale Of Two Cities’, the second is titled ‘A Sale Of —’ [you were warned]

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Date: 10/3/2022 6:31:00 PM
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. I know what those two words are, Terry. You can't fool me, because I am nobody's fool. (It's a Tale of two shitties). Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
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Date: 10/2/2022 6:20:00 PM
Lol, gotta respect a guy who does a 4 quatrain windup to a punchline...
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Terry Flood
Date: 10/3/2022 11:23:00 AM
The original schoolboy gag was one of those ‘What’s the difference?’ gags. That wasn’t gonna work here. Hence the little story. :-)
Date: 10/2/2022 1:15:00 PM
Ha! Made me laugh, Terry!
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Terry Flood
Date: 10/3/2022 11:25:00 AM
Ah, when you’re a twelve year old boy, most jokes are about ladies. Well, they were when I was twelve… way back in the late nineties (ahem). Terry

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