Pure Humor
Pure Humor
Ha ha he he ho
After the curtains had just closed
Why do I laugh? Cried the rich man Jew,
He joked at my race and how my pointed nose grew
He made fun of me accent and me checkered skirt
My mama’s face has been compared to elephant’s dirt
Yes, why did we laugh? Ha ha, he he, ho
He made a pun on my name ‘See Lee Mee No’
He called us Indians, Cheap and not hip
And for that I’m not going to pay the waiter his tip
He pulled a gag on our dear leaders, every priest and every nun
But how everyone cackled, quiet were none
All his jokes were at someone else’s cost or his
If pure humor exists it’s again a big quiz
Though, when you think of all he said, it’s funny bro
Let’s all put our heads back and laugh
Ha ha he he ho
by Hans Albert Lewis
