[My neighbor Scott here in town forwarded =
these variations on a familiar song. You may opt to sing, not read, =
these lines in your best Dean Martin =
impression.]
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza =
pie
That’s amore.
When an eel bites your hand and that’s not what =
you planned
That’s a moray.
When our habits are strange and our customs =
deranged
That’s our mores.
When your horse munches straw and the bales =
total four
That’s some more hay.
When Othello’s poor wife, she gets stabbed with =
a knife
That’s a Moor, eh?
When a Japanese knight used a sword in a =
fight
That’s Sa…mur…ai.
~~
Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] www.grif.net =
"Jesus Knows Me, This I =
Love!"