I shot a duck. His family sent me the bill.
He should’ve ducked.
Were they a family of quacks?
What happened when the disco fan met a goose? He got down.
It was his swan song.
But was he bittern about it?
That’ll put heron your chest.
Since the bird flew, was it sick?
Rhea sick, I’d say.
Did you hear about the sad major league baseball player? He was a blue Jay.
I know a joke about a baseball that will leave you in stitches.
Darn it. I always say that when I’m on a tear.
That joke was way out in left field.
Baseball’s Willie Mays
Was outstanding in the field
With his golden glove.
Haiku’d you do that
I could’ve done verse.
I can’t stanza poetry puns.
Yes. I agree, there’s no rhyme or reason.
I’d post some of my poetry, but I’m afraid to go out on a limb, Rick.
Not that same ode joke, please.