“Trees, trees, trees,”
Thought the lumberjack.
There were trees all around.
More than he could shake a saw at.
Then, it happened.
He got married.
No more cutting big trees like a big, lumberjack man.
Nope, now he’s got to hold his wife’s purse, again,
while she tries on yet another smock.
“Well, if you like trees so much,” the lumberjack’s wife asked,
“why don’t you marry them?”
So he did.
He got the papers (which were made from trees)
and he got her John Hancock
and he was divorced and then he married the trees.
A week later, he was hauled off to jail for sawing
his wife in half.
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My My My – that brought a dear tear to mine eyes! Oh how you wallow in sweet sorrow. Tim, my dear friend, without you there can never be an end. So type all day, and type all night, and I’ll make sure you never have a plight.
PS.
I love you man.