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THE BAD JOKE

There was a young boy. Lets just say for the sake of explanation that his name was Billy. Billy used to bring his teacher a fresh batch or raisins every second day. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, she would be expecting them and he leave them on her desk. She liked them.

One day, all of a sudden with no warning, Billy stopped bringing in the raisins. When his teacher inquired about them, she seemed truly concerned.

"Why didn't you bring me any of those delicious raisins today, Billy?"

To which Billy replied, "My rabbit died,"

Editorial:

This is the kind of joke which I strongly protest. A simple joke starts off very nicely about a little boy bringing his teacher a presents, as I'm sure many boys do. The joke bas a good structure, but then it goes ahead and ends off with a rude remark that gets a laugh even if it doesn't have anything to do with the joke. What do raisins have to do with PREGNANCY??