My dad had homespun humor and it’s one of the jokes he used to tell us girls when we were unruly. He’d park one of us on each knee and start to talk. Those are warm memories, even though we didn’t understand half the jokes he told because we were too young. But the fact that he spent time with us was the good thing.
My grandfather ran an outdoor vaudville show. One of the bits was actually a collection of bad jokes and the audience was encouraged to yell “Boo, boo, bad, bad!” after each one.
“Wait! You and the peahen got MARRIED???!!!”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe in mixed marriages?”
“No! Me an’ the peahen’s both Babdist.”