Sunday, January 25, 2026

 

UNWANTED OFFER

 

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrg

The phone rang

The telephone solicitor

Wanted a contribution to charity

 

I said

I am a very wealthy man

I have hundreds of poems to offer

Give me your name and address

And Ill send them all to you

 

No no

He said

That’s not what we’re after

Your financial support

Would be greatly appreciated

 

Au contraire

I replied

I could not give you straw

When I have gold to offer

Now, your address?

 

He hung up on me

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