I don’t know any Maine jokes but I know a Vermont joke which you have probably heard.
A partially deaf man was in the habit of
attending town meetings, auctions and such with
a neighbor would yell a running narrative of the
proceedings into the man’s ear. One afternoon at
a political rally a man running for state office
rose to the podium and launched into a speech.
The speaker went on for several minutes before
the man nudged his neighbor and asked, “What’s he
saying?” The neighbor gave a shrug then yelled
in the man’s ear: “He don’t say!”
No such thing.
I feel I owe you an explanation. Vermont has the same relationship with Maine as Boston has with Connecticut.
In Boston they eats lots of beans. In Connecticut they live on the Sound.