Let’s get rid of the old jokes first
Before I make this poem funny
My feet run; my nose is smelly
Now I’ll try to write more punny!

They say that two is company
But three is not a crowd today
Because I surely need your voice
When it’s time to kneel and to pray!

I work as a store floorwalker
The clouds are so above my eyes
But when I wear a false mustache
I’m a floorwalker in di-sguise!

Ouch! That joke really hurt! Guide me!
Please help me to redeem my pride
As I am laughing so within
Though I cry so on the outside

My store sells clothing for all men
Displayed in our interior
Those same clothes I do wear each day
Only on my exterior

The materials we use are domestic
For each man and for each child
But when they begin to wear them
Every one of them will go wild!

Yesterday, I arrived on time
But I forgot about the date
Clocks were changed for the new season
Today on time I am so late!

To carry cash is dangerous
So we keep it inside our wall
Then we do not have to worry
Danger’s in a safe at our mall!

Sometimes zombies come in our shop
But none of us ever have dread
This place is so alive each time
Whenever this shop is so dead!

My lunch today is lab-grown meat
That was made inside of a vat
It always fills me up so good
-Meat with a thin layer of fat!

If I ever get caught stealing
Then for me it will cost a fee
One hundred dollars to get out
So that once more I can be free!