A John Held kind of date,
I'm not that kind of a guy, Dear,
That I will freely state.
So why do you call me up, dear,
The; same old army game,
For when I soon hang up, dear,
The pleasure must be lame.
Oh! Why do you ring me up, dear,
When I always turn you down,
Perhaps it's another tradition
Of this delightful town.
I'll bite.
Once upon a time or two a little girl was caling upon her maiden aunt. Said the maiden aunt to the little girl. "My niece, my niece, where have you been all these long years since I saw you last?",
"Walking. Just walking."
"Well", replied the maiden aunt with that stentorian voice associated with such stories. "Do you realize that I am a wolf and will eat you up." And the maiden aunt, who was really a wolf, jumped out of bed and was about to eat up the little girl when the little girl up and spoke.
"Say listen, oldster, you can't eat your little sugar plum right now, see?"
"Why not?" interpolated the wolf adjusting its pince nex.
(To be concluded.)