Dad jokes

There was a time I wrote poems that rhymed, But now I'm a dad And my poems are bad, Though say some folks Not as bad as my jokes.

But a joke is a jot That rhymes with a thought Whether or not It ought.

To construe such a rhyming juxtaposition Is any man's natural fatherly mission, To produce a small frisson Is worth all the derision Of a generational social collision.

A dad joke ain't broke just because it's a hoke. It's a bespoke poke at the yoke harnessing folks, Evoking a choke and a croak in a single stroke.

So don't disown your father, To favor one who won't bother. You have treasure beyond measure Who counts eye rolls for pleasure!