As I’ve been doing the last few Fridays, I want to share another joke from the Archer treasury of bad puns

The holy man and the odious ogre

Long, long ago, before we were kids, there lived a small people known as the Trids. They were gentle and helpful each one to the other. No man would think his neighbor to bother.

But an ogre moved in next door to the Trids. He took over the hills, yes that’s what he did. He stood near the road, in his hands a big stick. If a Trid happened by, that Trid he would kick.

Rabbi Sam came that way, one sunshiny day. When the Trids saw him, they cried out to say, “The ogre, the ogre. How did you pass him?” In all the excitement, twas all they could ask him.

“What ogre?” Sam asked. “There was none in sight.” So the Trids told him of their terrible plight.

“What a terrible plight!” the holy man shouted. “I’ll talk to that ogre, don’t you dare doubt it.”

The rabbi took off as quick as a flash. To find that foul ogre, away he did dash. On reaching the spot where the ogre stood tall, the rabbi took courage and up he did call, “Sir Ogre, I challenge you now to a test. If you want to kick someone, kick me with your best.”

The ogre laughed at the holy man hero, “Me, kick you? The chances are zero.”

Undaunted, the rabbi continued his quest: “I insist, Mr. Ogre. I don’t speak in jest. I want you to kick me along with the rest.”

The ogre refused, yes that’s what he did. He looked at the rabbi and firmly he said:

“Silly rabbi! Kicks are for Trids.”