08-11-2021, 08:51 AM
"ok Jake," said the teacher, "I want you to make up a poem on the spot, and i want you to use the word pistol in it..thats pistol p-i-s-t-o-l."..Jake stood up proudly and said, "my father is a policeman, he wears a suit of blue, he has a set of handcuffs and he has a pistol too." he smiled, took a bow and then sat down.."very good Jake," smiled the teacher and then she looked around the room n noticed little Hori sitting in the corner picking his nose.."ok Hori," she said, "your turn." he stood up slowly, thought for a moment .. and then a big grin lit up his face.."k miss," he smiled, "my father's not a policeman, he has no suit of blue, he gets his dole at 9 oclock..and he's on the pis tol 2."