My poems of late are serious and not the least bit humorous.
Laughter is a lot more fun than tears.
I’ll try to strike another tone that might tickle your funny bone.
Let’s see if I’m able to switch gears.
I saw a man walk down the street. I swear he had two right feet.
He tried to sell me two left shoes.
“I have two right feet,” he explained. “One right is wrong,” he complained.
“I’ll make you a deal you can’t refuse.”
I looked at him in disbelief. I didn’t want to cause him grief
But what would I do with two left shoes?
My feet never cause me strife. One is left and one is right.
Yet I never pass up a good deal.
I paid him pennies on the dollar. Then I found one left was smaller.
It made my little piggy squeal.
I saw a man walk down the street and asked if he had two left feet.
He said, “No!” And I chose not to persist.
My left food hurt like heck on earth but I sure got my money’s worth.
And so did my podiatrist.
Those 70ish Girls 
I love this! You are awesome!❤️
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I’m leaving for Phoenix on Sunday and will be there at least 3 weeks, Mary. If your travels take you near, I’d love to see you. I’m having my vacc. Have you had yours?
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Kip and I are back home for a while. I’m going to Wyoming for my grandson’s graduation the 2nd week in May. Too bad you aren’t there. I would love to see you and Patti and Jim. Please tell them hello from me. I’ve had both covid shots. I didn’t have any reaction at all.
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Where in Wyoming?
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Gillette
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