Choir boys
The priest of a small Irish village was very fond of the ten chickens (plus one
cock rooster) he kept in a hen house behind the house.
One Saturday night, the cock rooster was missing, and as that was the time the priest suspected cock fights occurred in the village, he decided to say something about it at church the next morning.
At Mass, he asked the congregation, “Has anyone got a cock?” All the men stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock?” All the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant, either. Has anyone seen a cock that doesn’t belong to them?”
Half the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “Perhaps I should rephrase the question:
Has anybody here seen my cock?”
All the choir boys stood up.
One Saturday night, the cock rooster was missing, and as that was the time the priest suspected cock fights occurred in the village, he decided to say something about it at church the next morning.
At Mass, he asked the congregation, “Has anyone got a cock?” All the men stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant. Has anybody seen a cock?” All the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “That wasn’t what I meant, either. Has anyone seen a cock that doesn’t belong to them?”
Half the women stood up.
“No, no,” he said. “Perhaps I should rephrase the question:
Has anybody here seen my cock?”
All the choir boys stood up.
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