Folk jokes

A pockmarked man and a bald man live in a hotel and drink together at night. During the dinner, Pockmarked said to the bald man, Brother, it's boring to drink like this. Are we going to write poems? Whoever loses drinks, okay? The bald man said: OK, I can write poems, too! Asako said: My poem is special, from seven words to one word. Listen carefully:

A touch of red sunshine in Kyushu,

Watermelon, gourd and hydrangea,

Without combs and grates,

It's hard to stay,

The light won't go away,

Clean meat,

Ball.

Actually, when Asako said the third sentence, the bald man was already angry. As the saying goes, hitting people does not hit their faces, and swearing does not expose them. Didn't you say I was bald The bald man said, brother, if you want to say this, my poem is from one word to seven words. Listen carefully:

Face,

Sky board,

Such as a rice screen,

Rain dispels dust,

The new shoes are printed with mud,

Turn the pomegranate peel over,

Sitting among peas.