A series of jokes by foreign officials

Today is a holiday, I will tell you a stand-up comedy. This stand-up crosstalk is different from their counterpart crosstalk. Cross talk is one after another. This stand-up comedy is just a story and joke told by one person. So, it may not be as lively as the two of them, but today I'm going to tell you about this stand-up comedy called "Poetry". You'll know after listening! !

In ancient times, there was an old gentleman who had three daughters. The eldest daughter married a scholar; The second daughter married a juren; These three daughters are the most beautiful and married a fool!

On this day, the old man celebrated his fiftieth birthday and received a heavy gift-a swift horse! Wow! This swift horse looks black and shiny, and it can be seen at a glance that it is the top grade of "traveling thousands of miles a day and walking 800 miles at night"! The old man was very happy, so he invited three daughters and three sons-in-law back for their birthdays. In order to show off this swift horse, he invited everyone to the street, and everyone was full of praise when they saw it. The old man was even happier, so he got on the horse and his feet trembled a little. He saw the horse jump out like lightning and run noisily around the village.

At this time, the eldest son-in-law came over, first flattering, then showing off his talents, so he smiled and wrote four poems. How was this poem made? Say yes: my father-in-law got on the horse and threw a silver needle into the golden bowl. The horse ran eight hundred miles, but the silver needle didn't sink! Look, how fast! The horse ran eight hundred miles, and the needle didn't sink. The old man is happier. He got on the horse again and ran around the village again. The second son-in-law couldn't stand it, saying, if you can write poetry, so can I! So he also went to the horse, grabbed the reins and made four poems. How? Said: Grandpa put on a saddle bell and dyed goose feathers with fire. The horse ran eight hundred miles, but the goose feather didn't burn! Look, it's faster this way. Pull it, 800 Li! ! ! The hair is not burnt! Alas, this old gentleman is even worse. He happily got on the swift horse again and ran around the village again.

Now it's the third son-in-law's turn. Isn't he a fool? I don't know how to write a poem, so this mother-in-law stood beside me, watching the silly son-in-law come over with a runny nose. She couldn't help laughing, but it doesn't matter. She bowed: she just farted. Hey ~ ~ ~ this fart makes the third son-in-law have poetry. How did he do it? Say yes: my father-in-law rides in his seat and my mother-in-law farts. The horse ran eight hundred miles, and its anus didn't close! ! !