Florence P. Wordsmith
Bar Jokes - Poem by Florence P. Wordsmith
A tired horse climbed up the stair
Of the bar after a race
The bartender glanced at the mare
Inquired him: 'Why the long face? '
Gold Digger Joe ordered a beer
In his favorite local diner
'I can't serve you' the barkeep sneered
See, Digger Joe, he was a miner
A snake came up out of the bay
'A cold one please, ' he snickered
But he wouldn't get his drink today
'Cause he couldn't hold his liquor
A pastor, rabbi and a priest
Entered in after a smoke
The bartender, whose brow was creased
Asked the three, 'Is this a joke? '
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