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Lost in Translation

One day, our man, Giuseppe,
Was riding on a bus.
His broken English to a friend
Found its way out thus:

“First Emma come-a,
Then I come-a,
Then two ass-a come-a together,
Then I come-a again,
Then two ass-a come-a again,
Then, I pee pee…”

“Hey,” said the driver,
“That’s enough.
Don’t you know that you’re in public?
Your talk is way too rough.”

Said Giuseppe,
“Why you talkin’-a-me
Like that clown named ‘Zippy’?
Everybody needs to know
How to spell ‘Mississippi’.”

David Martin

“Poke” #10

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