A zen master poked his chief student, Fred Figureout in the mouth and asked, “What is that for?” Fred stared at his teacher’s face and asked in return, “What’s what for?”
Do they have kazoos in Kazooland? Do they have a rich fund of nothingness in Richland? One day the glass man from Glassylvania tied his horse to a limp hand of a cowboy and reached zenith in Zenithland. “Whadja do ‘at fir?” asked the girl from Girlyland. “Don’t know now, Girl, but wouldja believe this?” He poked his hand into the air and located Locationville. “My Dad had the itch for a woman from Paris.”
An Itch for The Woman from Paris
She wore a face like France
Had a bosom like Seville,
And the loners gave her roses
When they felt like it.
Who was the big daddy drinking on Sunday
Hitting her like an old rump?
A zen master walked into the room and asked, “Can you tell me the time?” “I have to find my shoes.” “Why, Fred, there is no beginning or end.” “I don’t go anywhere without my shoes.”
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