#dadjokes

WE NEED MORE DAD JOKES

 

Years ago I wrote a poem in appreciation of Dad Jokes…

being a Dad and a PopPop it’s something I do on my family’s behalf…

It’s one way to teach my children and grandchildren how to have fun

how to smile…how to laugh.

 

It has been a responsibility I’ve always taken seriously…

using humor and Dad Jokes to give my family a lift…

once again…no need to thank me family…consider it a gift!

 

But humor is not easy to teach…much to this Dad and PopPop’s surprise 

for many of my Dad Jokes have been met with moans and groans…

and a rolling of the eyes.

 

Through the years, however, I’ve remained unperturbed knowing…

If this Dad Joke didn’t make them laugh…didn’t give them a thrill…

I’m sure the next one…or the next one…or, perhaps, the next one will.

 

When I ask: Why did the man who crushed cans all day hate his job?

I can already see my family stressing…

then groan and roll their eyes when I answer:

Because he found it soda pressing.

 

I believe humor was hiding in my children and grandchildren

and that my slew of Dad Jokes freed it…

like when I told them Deborah asked me to put ketchup on the grocery list…

but then neither of us could read it.

 

With every Dad Joke I noticed my children and grandchildren 

looking for the nearest open door…

“Dad! PopPop!.” They’d scream. “Please stop! We can’t take it anymore.”

 

But every now and then…peeking out from behind the moans…

Is that a smile that I see?

For a life-long teller of Dad Jokes…that’s always been good enough for me.

 

I have proudly watched throughout the years…

how humor in my children and grandchildren have grown…

to the point where they now come up to me and tell me Dad Jokes of their own.

 

And as I groan, roll my eyes and laugh…

a tear invariably drops from my eye…

for Dad Jokes…after all these years….have a way

to make this old man cry.

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DAD JOKES

One of the advantages of being a father and a grandfather…

is something done on my family’s behalf…

to teach my children and grandchildren how to have fun…

how to smile… how to laugh.

 

I take this responsibility seriously…

using humor to give my children and grandchildren a lift…

No need to thank me family…consider it my gift.

 

Through the years my jokes have been so good…I’ve repeated them like clones.

Occasionally they’re met with laughter…more often they’re met with groans.

 

Groans in the beginning…but of this I am proud:

Someday when they get older…I’m sure they’ll laugh out loud.

 

My granddaughter calls them Dad jokes…and they‘re usually met with…”Oh PopPop!”

Dad jokes instead of bad jokes…as if that will ever make me stop.

 

“What time did the man go to the dentist?” I ask, as unsuspecting Ava wonders why.

and she shakes her head and grimaces when…”tooth-thirty!” I reply.

 

Dad jokes…I can live with that label…if it makes my humor all the more bearable.

“Have you heard the joke about a piece of paper?” I ask her

“Never mind…you’ll only think it’s tearable.”

 

“How am I doing, Ava?” I ask. ”Stop me if you’ve heard these before.”

“PopPop please”  Ava pleads holding her hands over her ears…

“I can’t take this anymore!”

 

But I am unperturbed…knowing if this joke doesn’t make her laugh…

or give her a little thrill

I’m sure the next one…or the next one…

or perhaps the next one will!

 

“Why can’t you hear a pterodactyl go to the bathroom?” I ask.

“Oh, Ava, this is a funny one…you’ll see.”

“Because, as everybody knows,” I say…“pterodactyl has a silent pee.”

 

Wait, hiding there behind that groan…was that a smile I did see?

as a life-long teller of Dad Jokes…that’s good enough for me!

 

Yes, I take this responsibility seriously…my mission is not only to make her smile…

 

Not only to teach her about humor…but to do so…with some style.


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