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The Harvest Ingathering
The Harvest had just begun at a Seventh-Day Adventist Church.
Brother and Sister Brown arrived there early in fancy clothes.
The stingy couple did not bring any gifts for the Harvest.
A mouthy deacon with prying eyes approached them at the gate.
“Good morning, Brother and Sister Brown,” he said heartily.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown politely returned the greeting.
The inquisitive deacon immediately asked Mrs. Brown,
“Why did you and your husband come here with empty hands?”
“You didn’t even bring a dozen eggs for the harvest,” he added.
Mr. Brown said nothing, but his wife bluntly replied,
“I can’t lay; neither can Mr. Brown, so how the hell could we get eggs?”
And this was the funniest joke at the harvest Ingathering.
Brother and Sister Brown arrived there early in fancy clothes.
The stingy couple did not bring any gifts for the Harvest.
A mouthy deacon with prying eyes approached them at the gate.
“Good morning, Brother and Sister Brown,” he said heartily.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown politely returned the greeting.
The inquisitive deacon immediately asked Mrs. Brown,
“Why did you and your husband come here with empty hands?”
“You didn’t even bring a dozen eggs for the harvest,” he added.
Mr. Brown said nothing, but his wife bluntly replied,
“I can’t lay; neither can Mr. Brown, so how the hell could we get eggs?”
And this was the funniest joke at the harvest Ingathering.
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