Daily Drabble 17: Terrible Poetry is Terrible (And picture too!)

Livin’ in a dome

Our beaver home

We gnaw on the wood

At times misunderstood

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

Watch us swim so deep

The truth is what we keep

We smell like vanilla

Not like a gorilla

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We needn’t any tools

We’re very rarely fools

We’re waterproof

It’s not a spoof

We manipulate

And create

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

We have the greatest plan

We are the Beaver Clan

Inappropriate?

When I was in about fourth or fifth grade, I had a Sunday School teacher tell the class a joke. It was terrible and nobody laughed, but it stuck with me and I will find myself thinking about it and what it means at random times. I still have no idea why she told the joke. But here it is!

There was a man who was in love with two women. One was beautiful but had nothing else going for her. The other one was a a good woman and a beautiful singer, but not very attractive. After dating both women for several months, he decided he needed to get married and had to choose between the two women.

He chose the woman who sang so well.

One evening, after they'd been married for a few years, he was sitting on the couch with her watching a show. She had been knitting but had fallen asleep. He looked over at her. She was so ugly! He thought about the beautiful woman and how, if she had fallen asleep in the same way, he would be ever so please to sit and look at her for hours. After a few minutes, he poked her in the ribs until she woke up.

"Sing something!"