A farmer is sitting in his living room. Across from him are three potential suitors for his daughter.

Having a hard time deciding which of the three will get the honor, he decides to let them compete.

"Boys, I just can't decide so we're gonna have a little contest: Whomever can recite the best poem about their intentions with my daughter can have her hand in marriage."

The first guy clears his throat and recites his.

"Hello there, sir
My name is Ted
And your daughter
I intend to wed

I work really hard
And make lots of money too
So may I be
A Son-in-Law to you?"

Slightly impressed, the farmer nods and Ted steps back into line. The second suitor-to-be steps up and recites his poem:

"Good day to you sir
My name is Harry
And it is your daughter
that I wish to marry

I beg of your mercy
Foregoing all pride
To ask that your daughter
Become my bride."

Harry steps back in line, and the Farmer is even more impressed with his poem.The third man then steps up, but is hesitant to recite his poem. He's visibly nervous, twiddling his thumbs. The farmer grows impatient and yells "Out with it boy! Say your poem!"

The young man sighs and begins:

"Good evening, kind sir
My name is Chuck--"

The farmer shoots him on the spot.