Thought I'd share my poem about how dad jokes are made.

I have a theory

That you must tell no one,

About the way

That dads make a pun.

It all starts out

With an underground meeting:

7:30 on Mondays,

With limited seating.

They talk and converse

To say their new jokes,

Like

"I'm all out of whites,

But got plenty of yokes!"

From there they spread

To dads far and wide,

For use on their kids,

All mercy aside.

There's no way to stop it,

Believe me, I've tried.

The only thing that can help

Is to plug your ears, and hide.

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📅︎ Oct 21 2015
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