Fruit Salad

At my school there was a boy named Joe King.

I would always say, “Don’t worry, he’s only Joe King.”

“Did he ever get annoyed?”

“Well, he told me if I said it one more time he’d knock me out.”

“What did you do?”

“I said: don’t worry, he’s only Joe King.”

He had arms like spiderwebs, and hands like strawberries, and he squashed my face like a squash