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'."
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'."
posted by Frontier Editor at 06:29
8 Comments:
You are evil, you know that? :)
that's so awful it's lovely :o)
Had to go all the way around the world for that one, didn't you?
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.
groans
As Laura E. offers the reinforcement (or pain) on which I feed . . . .
Ho ho ho..ya got me!
Talk about yer highbrow humor!
Well done my good man! Jolly Good indeed.
You're killing me here.
Post a Comment
<< Home