A Polish joke sent to me by a friend

A Polish man moved to the USA and married an American girl. Although his English was far from perfect, they got along very well until one day he rushed into a lawyer’s office and asked him if he could arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the following questions:

Have you any grounds?
– Yes, an acre and half and nice little home.

No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?
– It made of concrete.

I don’t think you understand. Does either of you have a real grudge?
– No, we have carport, and not need one.

I mean. What are your relations like?
– All my relations still in Poland.

Is there any infidelity in your marriage?
– We have hi-fidelity stereo and good DVD player.

Does your wife beat you up?
– No, I always up before her.

Is your wife a nagger?
– No, she white.

Why do you want this divorce?
– She going to kill me.

What makes you think that?
– I got proof.

What kind of proof?
– She going to poison me. She buy a bottle at drugstore and put on shelf in bathroom. I can read, and it say: “Polish Remover”.

Raining heart

lightning flashes, followed by thunderous roars,
gushing down relentlessly, the raindrop pours;
bringing cool relief from the summer heat.
filling the new puddles and drenching my feet.

can it wash away the loneliness of this broken heart,
cleansing the deep wounds, finally after this much time apart.
bringing comfort to my tormented soul,
helping me restart with someone worthy before I’m too old

the rhythmic pattering against my window pane
soft and melodic, each special drop timing Mother Nature’s beat
slamming itself into the invisible wall,
trickling slowly, enduring and sharing the inevitable fall,
luckily, without a heart, it bears no agonizing pain,
merely the many droplets that comprise the rain.