I started a poetry club in prison.
It had prose and cons
In Britain, it’s called a lift, but Americans call it an elevator. I guess we were just raised differently.
My dog kept chasing people on a bike, so I took his bike away. Then he just sat there in the yard and barked all day. So I gave him his bike back, because his bark was worse than his bike.
I had a friend who was always late until his doctor recommended sleeping in a herb garden.
Now he wakes up on thyme.
Let’s take a moment to recognize the true heros of the season. Elastic Waistbands