I was scouring old jokes and came across one that looked ideal to make a poem out of. I hope you like it.
When grandpa died I went home to check
if grandma was okay or a nervous wreck.
Grandma’s fine but I found out that when
he was making love he died there in the den.
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It was something I never thought I'd hear.
Both were past ninety up there in their years.
I asked why they had taken such a chance,
he was not as young as he was in France
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She said, "Nothing new, we did it all the time,
just set a rhythm by the church bells chime".
She wiped a tear and said, "He'd be alive today,
if that ice cream truck had gone the other way".
Muy cómico, de verdad ja ja ja
Gracias. Parecía uno que tenía que escribir.