Joey was laughing when he started to choke.
He was telling one of his lies that wasn't a joke.
I saw nothing funny per se, yet I still laughed along.
Hunter wasn't amused, he was busy hitting his bong.
Jill told Joe to hush, keep his jokes to himself.
As usual she wasn't impressed with his mental health.
Joe was given the heimlich and he coughed up a plum.
That's when Joe noticed he was missing a thumb.
They looked up his ass, where his thumb was last seen.
 Joe's complexion was changing to a puke shade of green.
Someone called a doctor, someone called a nurse.
A witch doctor showed up carrying an alligator purse.
The witch doctor reached in her bag and decanted a spell.
Meanwhile Joe crapped in his diaper, an ungodly smell.
Not feeling any better, Joe decided he was going to pray.
He tried and he tried but could think of nothing to say.
God help me he whispered, I'm not ready to die.
God kind of chuckled and told him, you know that's a lie.
Pelosi flew in on her broomstick and gave Joe Castor oil.
 It did nothing but cause his posterior to be covered with boils.
 The Donald showed up saying your thumbs up your ass.
Go sit on the toilet and push and I guarantee it will pass.
D.L. Crockett -- 6/2/24