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Best Poem

This was nominated by the United Nations as the best poem written by an African child:
 
When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I black.
And you, white fellow,
When you born, you pink,
When you grow up, you white,
When you go in sun, you red,
When you cold, you blue,
When you scared, you yellow,
When you sick, you green,
And when you die, you grey.
And you calling me colored!?
A nice contribution from Paul in Provence
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A real businessman

 A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into
a taxi in New York City and laid down on the back seat.

The cab driver, an old Jewish gentleman, opened his
eyes wide and stared at the woman. He made no attempt
to start the cab.
The woman glared back at him and said, ”What’s wrong
with you, honey? – Haven’t you ever seen a naked
woman before?”
The old Jewish driver answered, ”Let me tell you
sumsing, lady I vasn’t staring at you like you
tink; det vould not be proper vair I come from.”
The drunk woman giggled and responded, ”Well, if
you’re not staring at my boobs or ass sweetie, what
are you doing then?”
He paused a moment, then told her…”Vell,M’am,
I am looking and I am looking, and I am tinking
to myself,’Vair in da hell is dis lady keeping
de money to pay for dis ride?

A contribution from Jörgen M61