CROSSING THE ROAD

(Behind George Harrison, but out of frame, was the fifth Beatle -- a chicken.)

Q:  Why did the road cross the road?

A:  To get even with the road that once had crossed it.

Q:  Why did the surrealist painter cross the road?

A:  To Dali to the other side.


Q:  Why did Salvadore Dali cross the road?
A:  To get away from a pesty surrealist painter.    


Q:  Why did the poem cross the road?
A:  To sing nice rhymes with a toad.


Q:  Why did the toad cross the road?
A:  It got tired of hanging out with walking poems.


Q:  Why did Donald Trump cross the road?
A:  To offend people on the other side.


Q:  Why did the block cross the road?
A:  To find itself a writer.


Q:  Why did the writer cross the road?
A:  To get more experience for his novel.  (Ha!  Bet you thought it was to get away from the block.)


Q:  Why did The Beatles cross the road?
A:  To pose for an album cover.


Q:  Why did the funny bone technician cross the road?
A:  He had nothing better to do after finishing his blog.

SOME OF THE LOVES OF MY LIFE . . .

I met a crop circle while playing the field.    We dated for awhile, but it didn't work out.  We could never agree on whether I was real, or a hoax.

I once dated a USB flash drive, but it didn't work out.  She would gigabyte me each time we kissed.

And then there was the time I dated a poem.  How shocked I was when it dumped me for buying it red roses and blue violets.

I went out with a stained glass window.  We had a great relationship until it broke.

I suppose I could go on, but I don't dislike you.  Let me close by saying that I have never dated a muse.  Perhaps one day I will.  If I did, then she would inspire me to come up with better blogs.