[Got into an on-line back-and-forth seeking to outdo one =
another with horrible musical puns. Here is fodder for YOUR next =
composition (I want you to score).]
I didn’t want my kids =
to join band or orchestra, and risk being exposed to so much sax and =
violins.
Yeah, it can only lead =
to treble.
How =
clef-er.
I’ve been told =
I’m pretty sharp.
Your =
jokes always fall flat.
Right. =
Sometimes they just don’t measure =
up.
I’ve had to scale back =
on the quality.
Me too. =
I’ve had some minor setbacks.
Well, this is a major =
development.
This was just a =
prelude to a repeat offense.
I =
didn’t mean to de-bass your comment.
They’re not really my =
forte.
You’re not really =
in tune with what’s going on, are =
you?
Hey — give it a rest, =
retard.
You can’t use that =
word, dude. Can’t you reed?
Well that was off-key.
Don’t use that tone with =
me.
Okay – I’ll =
pitch a different idea to you tomorrow.
I didn’t mean to harp on you about =
it.
Are you calling me a =
lyre?
I think I’ve found a =
snare in your plan..
[ . . . and =
it kept going and going and going.]
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"