What do you get when you cross an alligator and a poison frog? A croakadile.
Sometimes Things Aren't As They Seem
While a man was dying, his wife was maintaining a candlelight vigil by his side.
She held his fragile hand, tears running down her face.
Her praying woke him from his slumber.
He looked up, and his pale lips began to move slightly.
"My darling," he whispered."Hush, my love," she said.
"Rest, don't talk."
He was insistent.
"I have something that I must confess," he said in a tired voice.
"There isn't anything to confess," replied his weeping wife. "Everything's ok. Go to sleep."
The man blurted out: "No, no, I must die in peace. I...I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother!"
"I know," whispered his wife, "that's why I poisoned you."
When I got home from camp today, My parents almost died. They asked me how I got this way, And here's what I replied:
This little cast from heel to hip Is nothing much at all. Some broken shingles made me slip From off the dining hall.
The poison ivy's not too bad. It missed my back and chest. Of course, I guess I oughta add Mosquitoes got the rest.
I tried to eat some hick'ry nuts And cracked a tooth or two. And all these bruises, scabs, and cuts? I haven't got a clue.
I got the lump that's on my head From diving in the lake. I should've watched for rocks instead Of grabbing for the snake.
That leaves this bandage on my chin And these three finger sprains, Along with lots of sunburned skin And sniffles from the rains.
I also got a muscle cramp And very nearly drowned. It's some terrific summer camp, The coolest one around.
(By Richard Thomas)
The Rabbi and the Poison
A man goes to see the Rabbi. 'Rabbi, something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it.'
The Rabbi asked, 'What's wrong?'
The man replied, 'I'm pretty sure my wife is poisoning me.'
The Rabbi, very surprised by this, asks, 'How can that be?'
The man then pleads, 'I'm telling you, I'm certain she's poisoning me, what should I do?'
The Rabbi then offers, 'Tell you what. Let me talk to her, I'll see what I can find out and I'll let you know.'
A week later, the Rabbi calls the man and says, 'Well, I spoke to your wife on the phone for three hours. My advice?'
Take the poison.'