[Got into an on-line back-and-forth seeking to outdo one another with horrible musical puns. Here is fodder for YOUR next composition (I want you to score).]
I didn’t want my kids to join band or orchestra, and risk being exposed to so much sax and violins.
Yeah, it can only lead to treble.
How clef-er.
I’ve been told I’m pretty sharp.
Your jokes always fall flat.
Right. Sometimes they just don’t measure up.
I’ve had to scale back on the quality.
Me too. I’ve had some minor setbacks.
Well, this is a major development.
This was just a prelude to a repeat offense.
I didn’t mean to de-bass your comment.
They’re not really my forte.
You’re not really in tune with what’s going on, are you?
Hey — give it a rest, retard.
You can’t use that word, dude. Can’t you reed?
Well that was off-key.
Don’t use that tone with me.
Okay – I’ll pitch a different idea to you tomorrow.
I didn’t mean to harp on you about it.
Are you calling me a lyre?
I think I’ve found a snare in your plan..
[ . . . and it kept going and going and going.]
~~
Dr Bob Griffin
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"