I lost my fish in the ocean,
I couldn’t find it anywhere;
and then I had a notion:
I would scan all the fish
when they swam past,
until, at last, I would find my fish –
and I know I would,
as I had had him chipped.
Should I invest in a vest?
Or should I just give it a rest?
When all is said and pun…
if I do purchase a vest
should I wear it facing West?
I ask you,
in the hope of a definitive answer – and to get the question
off my chest.
Impressed?
No? I thought as much;
such is the way of things,
and any thought that has wings
may just fly
away.
You might have guessed.
Will: Shall I compare thee to a lump of moss…
Ben: Lichen!
Will: Okay, if you prefer, Ben. ‘Shall I ‘liken’ thee to a lump of moss.
Ben: ‘Sigh!’
“We’re going on a Camembert Hunt!”
“What?”
“It’s a type of cheese”
“You don’t say.”
“I do say.”
“It’s just s play on words.”
“Yup!”
“And it’s ever so cheesy.”
“Exact-a-menté!”
“Whatevs!”
At the centre of the Universe
there is a tiny little thing
called ‘hub’.
This thing, called ‘hub’
I just can’t get enough
information about it.
If you have any knowledge
you could loan me
I would be only too happy to receive it.
Thank you
in anticipation.
G:)
When I grew up I wanted to be a Pundertaker.
Or a Pundamentalist.
Maybe a Punderwriter
or a Man from P.U.N.C.L.E.
“We live in the “Duchy”not the “Ducky’” i said.
But, he was still chortling over “The Duckys!” comment that he had overused to the point of distraction.
That’s the thing about Grae, he never quite knows when a joke has gone past it’s ‘Best by…’ date. And ‘Use before…’ also, makes little sense to him.
No wonder he is often greeted by the blank stares of incomprehension, and then had to climb up them, reaching the very top, only to find, that at the bottom of the stares had been the place to stop.
And on with the next pun, please.
“Man goes, in a fruit shop….”
