tell me a joke

your father wants to know
if you have any
new jokes.
you don't have any, but
you tell him an old one
you've told
him before. not the one
about a blonde standing on
her head, or
the dog who claps his
paws together
during a movie, or even
the one about
pie being round not
squared, instead you tell
him the one about
the priest, a sailor
and a redhead go into a
bar.
he likes longer jokes,
the older he
gets, and you like to hear
him laugh,
even if it's not funny.
it's nice of him.