Monday, October 02, 2006

It's Monday, and if I have to suffer . . .

John and Martha meet and Martha is overwhelmed by John's sense of poetry; especially his love for the Romantic movement.

Martha swoons as John recites Coleridge, Wordsworth, and Shelley, and the two soon wed.

John's poetic commitment at first sustains the love both feel for each other, but after a few months, the constant recitation starts to wear thin on Martha.

One morning, things came to a head as Martha came down for breakfast and John was in the middle of perhaps his 1,000th recital of "Ode to a Grecian Urn."

"Can't you stop it and speak in prose for once in your infernal life?" Martha screams.

John replied: "If you can't stand the Keats, get out of the hitchin'."

8 Comments:

Blogger The Michael said...

You are evil, you know that? :)

7:02 AM  
Blogger ziggi said...

that's so awful it's lovely :o)

7:38 AM  
Blogger Miss Cellania said...

Had to go all the way around the world for that one, didn't you?

7:41 AM  
Blogger Frontier Editor said...

It was only a five-hour time difference, Miss C }:^D>

Ziggi and da Mike: I quit telling jokes for laughs a long time ago. The pain and groans from a bad pun truly are far more rewarding in a professional sense.

9:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

groans

10:33 AM  
Blogger Frontier Editor said...

As Laura E. offers the reinforcement (or pain) on which I feed . . . .

10:55 AM  
Blogger Homo Escapeons said...

Ho ho ho..ya got me!
Talk about yer highbrow humor!
Well done my good man! Jolly Good indeed.

4:00 PM  
Blogger Pamela said...

You're killing me here.

8:14 PM  

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