A possible job

I just read in the village flyer
An ad to become the friar
I'd rather a job in astronomy
But in this terrible economy
It's the best job that I can acquire

He was broke

He was broke

A fellow whose last dime was spent
On fine food, cable and rent
Said "Don't worry honey
We'll live without money"
But we'll have to make do with a tent

That was why his room got flooded

A man was attempting to eat
A woman laying at his feet
She yelled "That tickles"
And what tasted like pickles
Pooled out around his seat

Practicing my religion

I enjoy practicing and living in my religion
Though others wish me extinct like a passenger pigeon
I don't care what those morons think
I won't be unhappy and start to drink
Our time on earth is short
Let's live it well so the report
To The One above Who can say we merit
Life in heaven eternal with our bashert

Happy birthday to my daughter!!

Happy birthday!

It seems like yesterday you were a child
I was so happy when you smiled
Time has passed both happy and sad
Use these events as a Launchpad
Now go forth and be gallant
For you are blessed with loads of talent
Always know that I love you
Even though you’re far from view

The marrying kind

The marrying kind

A fellow was famous worldwide:
For marrying many a bride
When their charms wore off
He was back at the trough
With new choices alongside