Here’s a “J’oak”…
Two trees are sitting across from each other at a bar.
Swaying in a similar breeze, the guy tree uproots from his spot to transplant himself to another toad “stool” next to her. He is sure to buy her a drink, just as she is sure this guy is just another sap.
Her doubts are soon pruned from her conscience as he lumbers near
and she “barks” a pulpy, “Hi, I’m Clora”. … he says, “Phil”.
… His reply, “Wood you like another round?”
“It’s been a long time since a guy has “bot any” for me.
The last guy that got me drunk had 2 by 4… wood yew?”
p.s. – It sort of leaves you pining for more, doesn’t it?
Yew saw that one coming. Awl right, I will cut it out? Oak kay, that one had your sides splitting like kindling, fir sure.
~ an EWK J’oak ©2016 EWK