Two Sons (a joke turned to poetry)
by Jason Alan
A wealthy man had two sons,
and decided to play a game.
One son was an optimist,
the other not the same.
The father one day took his sons,
and thus divided the boys.
The optimist in a room of manure,
the pessimist’s filled with toys.
Later on the father returned,
and without one word spoken.
Saw that the pessimist had not played,
for fear the toys may get broken.
But the optimist was grinning and digging,
manure flying into the air.
And when his father asked of him he said,
there has to be a pony here somewhere!
I loved this one. I sure do hope the optimist finds his pony. 🙂 😉 😉
It would be crappy if he didn’t! Wokka wokka!
I found your blog is really fun to read. And this one poem is really hilarious. I see the thin line between the optimist and the pathetic in your poem (or joke). But I do hope the optimists in the real life are not like that. At least, be a little bit smarter optimist 🙂
Leaning in one direction too far is pretty much always ridiculous in life. Take the political far left and far right, for example. But it’s good to have those people to make fun of!
Pretty much agree. We might as well be damn bored if such people don’t exist. Nothing to talk about then.
Priceless 😀
What can I say? I’m a sucker for happy endings.
Too funny! I was expecting that he’d created a business selling fertilizer.
Not a bad idea…