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Story 177
The Fritches
Mr. Fritch said to his son, "Ap•par•ent•ly, Mitch, you don't care a stitch about
finding your niche and becoming even moderately rich. Your be•hav•ior is
giving mean anxious twitch.
"To get you a job, many times I have had to give a boss a sales pitch. But as
fast as you're hi r ed, you're fi r ed. You get the itch. 'The job has a hitch,'
you say. Then to another job you switch.
"Speaking of switch, when you were younger you should have gotten my switch.
Then today maybe you wouldn't be in such a ditch.
"You ought to go back to school, Mitch, and begin to learn to spell . . . tricky
words like the pronoun which, a sandwich, and the Wicked Old Witch."
Story 178
A Myth
Across the Atlantic's width
Along a Norwegian firth
Among his kin 'n' kith
There lives a man, Goldsmith
Who shoes unicorns as a blacksmith
Nowadays I buy all my horseshoes
from Thom McAn. He’s one heck of a man!
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