Beautiful, Carol. I know that tune by another name, though: The Elf in a Coma.
applauds, tosses back another dram in memoriam
Hi, Marguerite.
Yeah, we’ve got the snakes, etc. They don’t come in the house, but they’re out there doin’ their job. Now you’ve got me feeling like my 1840s house isn’t as good as your 1850s house because snakes don’t come in and visit us here.
Best wishes,
Jerry
Light she was, just like anemia,
And her shoes was number nine,
Dear old elfess Tularemia,
To the tune of Clementine!
Woody Allen wrote a Greek tragedy some years ago, the main characters of which are named Diabetes and Hepatitis.
And, of course, there’s the conversation in the Greek dry cleaners:
“Euripides?” “Yeah. Eumenides?”
An acquaintance of mine once had a horse named Rubella. But then, he used to cut his hair with antique sheep shears, too.
Picking up the drug rep pen next to my keyboard.
“Greetings! I am Norvasc. I come to Earth with a message from my father, Amlodipine the Besylate. Resistile is futance. You will be assimilated. If you oppose us, we will obliterate your planet with our mighty Pfizer.”
Some would have it that this is already in the works. :roll:
How does one shear an antique sheep?
(Doesn’t that spoil its value as a collectors’ item?)
Indeed it does. Remember, though, that it’s been argued that nobody ever lost money underestimating American taste. It will probably go up for sale at a crafts show at some mall.
Carol,
What whistle is that? The high notes sound sweet and not piercing. (I switched to a low whistle as I’m teaching myself the tune this evening, in response to my wife’s protests over the high notes.)
Again, thanks for such a lovely aire.
Thanks Jerry!
It’s my Burke, of course. 
Brass.
Carol
Carol, you should really excuse yourself when you burke in public. :roll:
Tyghress, I was thinking of just this disease when the electrician was rooting around under my sink yesterday…it’s a quagmire of old mouse droppings, I’m afraid to clean under there!
Robin
Now you’ve done it.
I want one.
(Seems to me, there’s more than one brass Burke. Can you tell me which one?)
I’m wondering if Jerry IS the mouse.
There does seem to be a resemblance. (hum..)
Now, when I see one…I see the other, I just can’t help it.
Where did that joke show up recently …
“What did the metaphysician say to the pizza guy?”
he said…
“Hi there…have any pizza?”
Oh, so now it’s a syn to burke in public? Really, Bloomfield, sometimes your humor is a bit overton.
Carol
As a victim of said obliteration I would concur.