Three boys are in the schoolyard bragging about their fathers. The first
boy says, "My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a
poem, they give him $50."
The second boy says, "That's nothing. My Dad
scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him
$100."
The third boy says, "I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a
few words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon. And it takes eight
people to collect all the money!"
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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