Printers Devil (A typographical soap opera)
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Posted by Richard Bonine, Jr. (+14303) 6 years ago
There once was a Courier Bold
Who was, at Times, Roamin’, I’m told;
For he had that Type Face
That led gals to disgrace,
And his Serifs? A joy to behold.

At the end of the line, smooth as talcum,
He’d find Widows and Orphans, and stalcum.
Then he’d woo them a while
In a Goudy Old Style,
‘Til at home he was no longer walcum.

His wife Arial, sick with frustration,
Was burning with humiliation.
“I’ll Gill him!” she cried,
And went flush on each side
For she knew she had Justification.

Her husband soon learned to beware her,
And went all italic in terror.
Claimed he, “What you’ve heard
Is completely absurd:
It’s a mere typographical error!”

But his wife cried, “Too late! I don’t care if
You deny it, or call for the sheriff!”
Her fury still burning,
She tightened his kerning…
Her husband is now a Sans-Serif.
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Posted by Richard Bonine, Jr. (+14303) 6 years ago
Okay... so this is a little wingding, but I think is really funny. Right up there with the serious Burns joke.
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