A group of children are in the school playground. Three boys are
bragging about their fathers.
The first boy says, "My Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of
paper, he calls it a poem, they give him £50."
The second boy says, "That's nothing. My Dad scribbles a few words
on a piece of paper, he calls it a song, they give him £100."
The third boy says, "I got you both beat. My Dad scribbles a few
words on a piece of paper, he calls it a sermon. And it takes eight
people to collect all the money!"
A man in Amsterdam felt that he needed to confess, so went to his
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. During WWII I hid a refugee
in my attic."
"Well," answered the priest, "that's not a sin."
"But I made him agree to pay me 20 Gulden for every week he stayed."
"I admit that wasn't good, but you did it for a good cause."
"Oh, thank you, Father; that eases my mind. I have one more
"What is that, my son?"
"Do I have to tell him the war is over?"