Now What?
Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses.
He’s not breathing and his eyes are glazed.
The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls 911.
“I think my friend is dead!” he yells. “What can I do?”
The operator says, “Calm down. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.”
There’s a silence, then a shot. Back on the phone, the guy says,
“OK, now what?”
Hi all, was going through some of my files and came across one of my earlier poems, one of the ladies at church was a member of and old folks club and they had been asked to write something about an old brown jumper the lady came to me and asked me can I help out and this is what eventuated
The Old Brown Jumper.
The old brown jumper as seen it's years,
Originally bought by one who cares,
When it was new and in its prime,
Made the owner look so sublime,
The rich earthly color from when time begun,
Matched the wearers summer tan,
Then taken up to see the snow,
It kept him warm from top to toe,
Though carefully washed it now bears,
Someone's darning to hide the tears,
Eyes were moist as we did part,
Has you were taken you to the secondhand mart,
And now without more ado,
WE have gone and bought something new,
but alas I must say to you,
Nothing can replace a love so true. Dennis R.
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