Silly Sally met a joker while walking to the store
He hid in the bushes and felt the rushes of his pulse quicken with fear
For along came dear Sally, down a back alley, a place she shouldn't have gone.
For the joker was evil, his plan of a weasel, a coward who sprang from the rear
Though Sally jumped with fright, from the shout and sudden sight
The joke that you see, wasn't on she, as she turned to face her attacker
She brought out a gun, the kind that does stun, and zapped the sad joker on sight


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.