A farmer in ancient Rome was known far and wide for his berry growing abilities. One year in particular he grew an altogether wonderful specimen, it was the most beautiful berry that ever was grown. People came from far and wide to admire the berry and sing it's praises.

The powers that be became jealous of the berry; they wanted to have the berry all to themselves. They didn't want to share the berry with anyone else. They sent soldiers to procure the berry.

When the soldiers knocked upon the farmers door, the farmer told them he was done showing the berry for the day, he was sitting down to dinner. The soldiers said "silly Farmer, we have come to sieze your berry, not to praise it".

Har har. That was my favorite joke in my dad's repertoire of bad jokes. And if you don't get it, read some Shakespeare for god's sake!