Who Dares Wins Puns

“You’re not my Father!”
You are the man that held me.
“You’re not my Father!”
You are the man who cheered me on.
“You’re not my Father!”
You are the man who lent me money
“You’re not my Father!”
You are the man who loves my mom.
“You’re not my Father!”
You paid for my education.
“You’re not my Father!”
You bought my violin.
“You’re not my Father!”
You hiked me (almost) to the top of the mountain.
“You’re not my Father!”
You are the man who taught me to learn or win.
“You’re not my Father!”
My father never called.
“You’re not my Father!”
My father was never there.
“You’re not my Father!”
You never left my side.
“You’re not my Father!”
You're the man who was willing to dare.
“You’re not my Father!”
was something I never said to you,
because you talked about me with a father’s pride.
So...no, you’re not my father, you're something better...
You're my daddy by my side.

Thanks, Dad.
I love you.
Aaron

Certain related tribes in sub-Saharan Africa often raided each other's villages when most folk were herding animals. Sometimes they would take vegetables and water, but more often taking little things, to gently mock each other. It was all in good fun. After a successful raid, the "winning" tribe would celebrate by dancing under the stars, or in one of their large, grass-covered spirit houses.

One day, the Imaqi took their Satari shaman's sceptre. The following day, the Satari not only stole the sceptre back, but also the Imaqi chief's regalia.

It went back and forth, until, on a rare and daring escapade, three Imaqi warriors stole the Santari chief's throne. They put it on display, above their chief's throne in the spirit house.

The Imaqi thought that this was hilarious, and as it was beginning to rain, made merry and danced in the spirit house. Suddenly, the heavy throne on display fell down and killed a number of the dancing revelers.

The moral should be obvious: those who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones.