Funny Pun about the Head

The Head

John was so happy

At everyone he smiled.

His wife was delivering

Their very first child.

His joy was short lived

He soon had to mourn.

His wife had expired

When his son was born.

But the boy survived

Just one problem, y’know.

He had no legs . . .

No arms . . . no torso.

There was just a head,

Handsome, it’s true,

But no other parts

Which ever grew.

John loved his son

And kept him alive

Because of his love

The Head did thrive.

John taught his son

In his home school.

He kept him at home,

Kids can be so cruel.

He fashioned a box

With a one-way screen.

The Head could see out

But no one could see in.

John took his son with him

To all sporting events

Football, baseball, tennis,

He spared no expense.

The Head loved movies

He knew all the stars.

He enjoyed the races,

Whether horses or cars.

Before very long

The Head was twenty-one.

John was so proud

Of his only son.

Let us celebrate,

You are a man, I see.

We will go to a bar

Your first drink is on me.

John ordered a whiskey

The patrons and bartender were in awe

Watching a Head drinking

Was the strangest thing they ever saw.

The Head made a face

At the whiskey’s taste

But drank it down

Without a smile or frown.

The weirdest thing happened

They all gave a big shout

Do you know what it was?

The Head’s torso popped out.

They all were in shock,

How could this be?

John begged his son

Drink another for me.

The customers all chanted

Drink, drink, drink!

So John’s son had one more.

And what do you think?

Two arms popped out.

The people went wild.

The son drank one more

No longer a child.

You know what came next

Two legs popped out.

Everyone in the bar

Gave a tremendous shout.

The bar was in chaos

Some patrons were praying

John’s son was now tipsy,

His body was swaying.

He stumbled through the door

Trying out his new legs

He almost fell on the floor

It was like walking on eggs.

He lurched and he staggered

And fell into the street.

Where a two-ton truck hit him

And made him mincemeat.

Everyone in the bar

Was shocked beyond belief

John fell to the ground

Devastated by his grief.

The bartender sighed

And this is what he said:

“That boy should have quit . . .

. . . While he was a Head!”

I am an incorrigible punster. Maybe you should not ‘incorrige’ me.

© Copyright BJ Rakow, Ph.D. 2011. All rights reserved. Author, "Much of What You Know about Job Search Just Ain't So" Amazon.com