Do the First People hate a punster?
Impossible. They dig our smile
Take my grandfather
Coyote always causing trouble.
Telling puns with his camera
(the bacon urinal was inspired),
Egbert the Engineer, the Akron Beacon called him.
He’d send in jokes, comments, photo puns,
a creator of memes before the Internet.
He’d tell us stories.
Like the time he stole
Great-Uncle Jess’s false teeth-
he hid them in the toilet tank.
Great-Uncle couldn’t eat corn for months,
till one day his toilet overflowed.
The toilet technician told him the news.
We always wondered if Great-Uncle ate corn
Or the time he hid the goat in
Great-Aunt Eloise’s hotel room at the reunion.
It ate the pillow cases right off the bed.
Or when he promised his
red faced grand daughter
boxing glove earrings for
blackening the left eye of her tormentor at school,
calling her “Bruiser Bauer”
till she wanted to scream.