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901


A BOX OF JOKES AND PUN STUFF

I think children are like Marmite. You either love them or you keep them at the back of the cupboard next to the piccalilli.

I was watching the London Marathon and I saw one runner dressed as an egg, another as a chicken. I thought: 'This could be interesting.'

I have a good pal whose name is Lewis Bloom. We call him 'Two Legs Lewis'. The reason for that is because he only has one arm.

If you don’t know what Morris Dancing is, imagine eight guys from the KKK got lost, ended up by chance at gay pride and just tried to style it out.

The fattest knight at King Arthur's table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his girth from scoffing too much pi.

I thought I saw an eye-doctor on a remote Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian .

No matter how much you push the envelope, it will always be stationery.

Would a grenade thrown into a kitchen in France result in Linoleum Blownapart?

Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

A vulture carrying two dead raccoons boards an aeroplane. The air stewardess looks at him and says, 'Sorry, I'm afraid only one carrion is allowed per passenger.'

A sign on the lawn at a drug rehabilitation centre says: 'Keep off the Grass.'

Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, 'I've lost my electron.' The other says, 'Are you sure?'
The first replies, 'Yes, I'm positive.'

A soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

I like Jesus but he loves me, so it's all a bit awkward...

I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

Atheism is a non-prophet organisation

I'm sure that wherever my dad is, he's looking down on us. He's not dead, just very condescending.


A hole has been found in the nudist-camp wall.
The police are currently looking into it

If you jumped from a bridge in Paris, you'd be in Seine.

People who use selfie sticks need to take a proper, long look at themselves.

A kid's rubber-band pistol was confiscated in an arithmetic lesson because it was regarded as a weapon of maths disruption.

She was only a whisky-maker, but he loved her still.

A dog gave birth to puppies near the roadside. She was arrested for littering.

I required a password eight characters long so I picked 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'.

Two hats were hanging on a rack in the hall. One remarked to the other: 'You stay here; I'll go on a head.'

The fortune-teller midget on the run from prison was a small medium at large.

In general, in a democracy it's your vote that counts.
In general, in feudalism it's your count that votes.

When the cannibals ate the church missionary, they got a genuine taste of religion.

Two fish swam into a concrete wall.
One turned to the other and said, 'Dam!'

An Eskimo sitting in a kayak got chilly so he lit a fire. The entire boat sank, proving to the distressed man that you can't have your kayak and heat it.

In essence, I'm not a super-muscly man. Never was. In truth, I'm weedy - the strongest thing about me is my password.

Jokes about white sugar are very rare. Jokes about brown sugar? Demerara.

When I was younger I'd felt like a man trapped inside a woman's body. Then I was born.

Life is like a box of chocolates: it doesn't last long if you're fat.

Golf is not just a good walk ruined, it's also the act of hitting things violently with a stick ruined.

"What's a couple?" I asked my mum. "Two or three," she announced.Which probably explains why her marriage collapsed.


902


THE JULY SUN OVER LEBANON
by Leo Yankevich

She hears bombs raze the nunnery.
She hears F-16s on their way
back to Israel, to reload
new bombs sent from America.
Blinding smoke burns in her eyes
and shrouds the limbs of terrorists,
boys and girls from grammar school
who in the spring first learned to count.


THE JULY MOON OVER BEIRUT

Familiar with the lessons of history –
final morsels and unsung martyrs,
she remembers the 16 broken boys
in school who never came back.
She gazes at a translucent orb remnant
dreaming of newly born sons.
Irreparably robbed of her childhood,
she sobs under a sinister night sky.


903


Answer July (written by poet Emily Dickinson)

Answer July —
"Where is the Bee —
Where is the Blush —
Where is the Hay?"

"Ah", said July —
"Where is the Seed —
Where is the Bud —
Where is the May —
Answer Thee — Me —"

"Nay" — said the May —
"Show me the Snow —
Show me the Bells —
Show me the Jay!"

Quibbled the Jay —
"Where be the Maize —
Where be the Haze —
Where be the Bur?"
"Here" — said the Year —


"Hey there, U.S.!
My, you're a mess.
Where be the shame?
Where be the blame?"

Quibbles U.S.,
"Hey, jail the press!
What's with the lies
They utilize?
Why analyze?!"

Journalist sobs:
"I had a job!
Why hire mobs?
Am I a jest?
Where be the West?"

"Hey", whines the West,
"We were the best!
Why are we here?
Why are we jeered?"

Hey - Humankind
Is held behind.
Either we mend,
Or reach the end.


904

[An anagram with eight haikus in the traditional metre (5-7-5) depicting a soccer match, which also contain a World Cup tribute detailed below:]

FOOTBALL MATCH IN EIGHT HAIKUS

See the frantic crowd!
A close synonym for it
No thesaurus stores.

Players below me
Go in, clearly displaying
These vibrant colors.

There, across the field,
A whistle gleefully sounds.
One mad rush begins.

Our men engineer
A cruel attack already
That is sweeping us.




The air fraught with noise;
I look on and loudly yell
As fans belt out chants.

Tackles cross the line;
Guys run to some referee
To challenge his call.

I can't believe this!
Our lads score as my pure pride
Soundly engulfs me!

A new refrain soars;
I praise this great game, watching
My boys crowned the best.

[The constraint in these haikus also depicts the last stages of the 2018 World Cup. In each haiku, Letters 9-11 in the 1st and 3rd lines are the FIFA abbreviations for the countries that reached those stages (with the first of each pair being the winner). Here's a display for the constraint:]


FOOTBALL MATCH IN EIGHT HAIKUS

[Quarter Finals:
France - Uruguay
Belgium - Brazil
Croatia - Russia
England - Sweden]


See the FRAntic crowd!
A close synonym for it
No thesaURUs stores.

Players BELow me
Go in, clearly displaying
These viBRAnt colors.

There, aCROss the field,
A whistle gleefully sounds.
One mad RUSh begins.

Our men ENGineer
A cruel attack already
That is SWEeping us.

[Semi Finals:
France - Belgium
Croatia - England]


The air FRAught with noise;
I look on and loudly yell
As fans BELt out chants.

Tackles CROss the line;
Guys run to some referee
To challENGe his call.

[3rd Place Match:
Belgium - England]


I can't BELieve this!
Our lads score as my pure pride
Soundly ENGulfs me!

[Finals:
France - Croatia]


A new reFRAin soars;
I praise this great game, watching
My boys CROwned the best.