Careful with Covid-19. Deep, Short Stories and Lessons by Joe.

ON A WALK

I passed a pleasant looking young lady who was walking her dog.
She said, He’s just out for his daily sniff.
I didn’t said, Me too.

Then, I didn’t say,
I’m happy to see you. You smell good.
And then, I didn’t go up to her and sniff her crotch.
The End.

GET IT YOURSELF

“Daddy. Can I have a pancake?”
Yeh. Get it yourself.
“Why?”
Because you can and because I said so, Muffin. Get your own pancake.
The End

Circus Act

You gotta admit it.
You had it a minute,
But held On,
And it’s Gone,
And now you ain’t with it.

Flip it though
And you See
When you lookin at ME
It’s EASY to BE
On that SIDE
Cause you Hide
When you ain’t the one
That’s in it,
But Spin it,
Around,
Up and down
You a clown;
just an Act
For a minute.

Thoughts?

Morons, morons, everywhere.
They’re everywhere I go.
Can’t always see them coming,
But I’m glad to see them go.

Maybe I should wear a sign
That simply says, No thank you.
I wonder if they’d stay away?
If not i could try, Blank You.

Pondering

Ain’t memory somethin?
And, what comes to mind?
And, what of the details
That we can’t seem to find?

Past situations;
It-was-now,
Then,
At that point.
But, now the point’s lost
At a point that’s past then;
Now.
How?
That’s not the point.
That’s a question.

Wow.
You got it?
Then now
You had it,
And got it
For now.

Playful Words

Saw-lid view,
Tim buck too
Past your eyes.
Sea?

Drive not the ball,
But to the ball.
Golfers use a tea.

Stinky close,
Grarden hoes.
A flat-bed
To move some sleep.

Hall the load.
Hawk I site.
Y-stop
Thoughs-who-weep?

Funny, honey.
Can’t stop a Trane.
Like, know one
Stops the reign.

Liter’s fall
As seize inns call.
See threw the win-dough pain.

Shhh

The rain has past
So i go back outside,
To sit with the night;
To find peace inside.

Drawn to alone,
My ears need some rest.
They’ve had their fill.
They did there best.

But, now they need quiet
At the end of the day.
They took all they could
Of the stuff others say.

So many stories.
Blah, blah, blah.
My-ears can literally hurt.
They can feel like they’re raw.

Why-can’t folks-be-quiet?
They just have to talk.
“Uh, I gotta go.
Would you look at the clock”.

Unbelievable non-sense.
Painful sound.
“Would you please wait to speak
Until I’m not around”?