Pure Humor

 Ha ha, he he, ho

After the curtains had just closed

Why do I laugh? Cried the rich man Jew,

He joked at my race and how my pointed nose grew

He made fun on me accent and me checkered skirt

My mama’s face has been compared to elephant’s dirt

Yes, why did we laugh? Ha ha, he he, ho

He made a pun on my name See Lee Mee No

He called us Indians cheap and not hip

And for that I’m not going to pay the waiter his tip

He pulled a gag on our dear leaders, every priest and every nun

But how everyone cackled, quiet were none

All his jokes were at someone else’s cost or his

If pure humor exists it’s again a big quiz

Though, when you think of all he said, it’s funny bro

Let’s all put our heads back and laugh

Ha ha, he he, ho 


by Hans Albert Lewis

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