someone reminded me very recently that we (poets)take ourselves way too seriously...you have just disproved that theory. fun to read,

thanks
dan

You are a hoot...here is something I can share...did not write it myself but who ever did is equally cracked....lol!

The Smiths were unable to conceive children and decided to use a surrogate father to start their family. On the day the proxy father was to arrive, Mr. Smith kissed his wife goodbye and said, "Well, I'm off now. The man should be here soon."

Half an hour later, just by chance, a door-to-door baby photographer happened to ring the doorbell, hoping to make a sale.

Good morning, Ma'am", he said, "I've come to...' Oh, no need to explain," Mrs. Smith cut in, embarrassed, "I've been expecting you."

"Have you really?" said the photographer. "Well, that's good. Did you know babies are my specialty?"

"Well that's what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat"

After a moment she asked, blushing, "Well, where do we start?"

"Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and perhaps a couple on the bed. And sometimes the living room floor is fun. You can really spread out there."

"Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it didn't work out for Harry and me!"

"Well, Ma'am, none of us can guarantee a good one every time.
But if we try several different positions and I shoot from six or seven angles, I'm sure you'll be pleased with the results."

"My, that's a lot!" gasped Mrs. Smith.

"Ma'am, in my line of work a man has to take his time. I'd love to be in and out in five minutes, but I'm sure you'd be disappointed with that."

"Don't I know it," said Mrs. Smith quietly.

The photographer opened his briefcase and pulled out a portfolio of his baby pictures. "This was done on the top of a bus," he said.

"Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed, grasping at her throat.

"And these twins turned out exceptionally well - when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with."

"She was difficult?" asked Mrs. Smith.

"Yes, I'm afraid, so I finally had to take her to the park to get the job done right. People were crowding around four and five deep to get a good look."

"Four and five deep?" said Mrs. Smith, her eyes wide with amazement.

"Yes", the photographer replied. "And for more than three hours, too. The mother was constantly squealing and yelling - I could hardly concentrate, and when darkness approached I had to rush my shots. Finally, when the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment, I just had to pack it all in."

Mrs. Smith leaned forward. "Do you mean they actually chewed on your, uh...equipment?"

"It's true, Ma'am, yes.. Well, if you're ready, I'll set up my tripod and we can get to work right away."

"Tripod?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am. I need to use a tripod to rest my Canon on.
It's much too big to be held in the hand very long."

Mrs. Smith fainted.

Love Tinka

I never carry it out in the sun,

Then where do you carry it? Under the Jeep seat? And where did you get it? At a truck stop? You never had a 'Big Gun' when we were kids.

Curious Minds Want to Know.

Sincerely,
The Ghoul

Ed, yer a nut, but I thank you for the laughs today! Very well done poem; enjoyed~ LOL

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D

Happy Easter to you and yours! :)

If it happens that you are going throgh Chicago, give my regards to the boys on the warehouse in Clark Street and say that Scarface Al is sendings his regards too.
Don't buy life insurance you ain't gonna collect.
Bang!!!

Nice Gun :-)

Okay, now that my mind is back where it's suppose to be! That sure is a big gun...for fun you say, Otay!(smile) Seriously, you delivered another fantastic, humorous write. I like the picture.

Like your classy picture. Have a few like that in my photo albums of old. Enjoyed your poem too! Thank You!

Be safe,
Karen

*whew* I almost hesitated to read this: that's what I get for thinkin dirty!!!! LOL

Ed, my man, you are a hoot. Thanks for the laughs this evening: needed 'em.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.