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Saturday, July 25, 2015

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.