Explore "His Sense of Humor" by Ring Lardner on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Perhaps in some respects it's true / That you resemble dad; / To be informed I look like you / Would never make me mad.
But one thing I am sure of, son, / You have a different line / Of humor, your idea of fun / Is not a bit like mine.
You drop my slippers in the sink / And leave them there to soak.
That's very laughable, you think / But I can't see the joke / You take my hat outdoors with you / And fill it full of earth; / You seem to think that's witty, too, / But I'm not moved to mirth.
You open up the chicken-yard; / Its inmates run a mile; / You giggle, but I find it hard / To force one-half a smile.
No, kid, I fear your funny stuff, / Though funny it may be, / Is not quite delicate enough / To make a hit with me.