Dad jokes were more a category, than an exclusive genre of humor.
Other people told “Dad Jokes.” Favorite aunts, uncles, teachers and preachers, told “Dad Jokes.” Preachers told them because they weren’t nasty or dirty.
They were corny, plays on words, terrible puns, paraphrases. From various sources, TV shows, pop culture–long out of fashion. Slips of the tongue, held against you for the next forty years.
It was Uncle Elmer, or others like him. You stayed still, listened, no matter how many times you’d heard the same things before. Inside, silently screamed for mercy.
I’m full. You’re a fool?
I’m stuffed. Well, you look real.
Leave me alone. Make you a loan?
Don’t want to talk? Cat got your tongue?
The rain in Maine fell plainly on the grain.
You’re mixed up. Your nose runs and your feet smell.
The calf near a silo, Was his fodder in there?
Why did the boy call his girlfriend “Hinges”? Because she was something to adore.
A schoolboy, asked to use “fascinate” in a sentence, My shirt has ten buttons, I can only fasten eight.
Most of the “Dad Jokes” stopped as time passed. I would gladly endure more “Dad Jokes,” if it meant having the joke tellers back.