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My favourite language joke:
What’s the difference between a cat and a comma?
One’s got claws at the end of its paws, the other’s a clause at the end of a pause
But a comma goes before the pause.
yeah doesn’t even work with the classic joke format, in which the words switch places. I’m sure the joke should actually be:
one has claws at the end of its paws, one denotes a pause at the end of a clause.
Yes I did mix up the order of the words cause of poor sleep. Thanks for correcting
What do you call Santa’s little helpers?
Subordinate Clauses
Not a limerick but I want to share my favorite pun joke
I once submitted ten puns to a pun contest, hoping one would win, but
No pun intendedHA! Nice!
I always thought that joke needs an actual pun in the first half so the “no pun intended” has a valid double meaning. I came up with:
I told the sad ghost ten puns to raise its spirits. No pun intendid.
It’s word play.
No pun intended.
“No pun in ten did [win the contest]”
… he traded the fifth for a whore
… the four is an Int I adore
So that’s your stand on the square numbers vs fibonacci primes, I see
But a four is soooo symmetric.
You’ve gotta leave them wanting more
this is my favourite so far
The audience always wants more
Hadn’t seen this one before but I saw this in a book:
There once was a man from Peru,
Whose limericks stopped at line twoand then later in the same book they had
There once was a man from Verdun
thousand yard stare
Verdun here
There was once an unfortunate bard
Who found fashioning limericks hard.
He stopped at line three
I like this.
There are two types of people:
- Those who can extrapolate
There are 10 types of people in the world
All bases are base 10.
All bases are belong to us
- base10, provably
eye twitches from incomplete data
I figured that was a double layer of extrapolation.
Also couldn’t be bothered typing the rest on a phone.
There was a young man from south bend
Whose limericks all came to an end
Suddenly
And then he spoke not a word more.
My bandwidth is crappy through Tor.
OR
Too much exposition’s a bore.
OR
Though a quatrain’s a ditty,
My pay’s itty bitty.
If you cut prose apart, so as to make more,
Perhaps, one day, I’ll afford my lost oar.
And this is the fifth line of four…
“Yer Mom was a ________”
Nice lady who makes delicious snacks.
Sick duck?
I find the fifth line a chore
and then he said nothing more.
Not enough syllables
And with that he walked out the door
There once was a mute man from spain
Who loved traveling on planes
When ask what he thought
Of the brand new concord
He said*badum...*Y’know, no, this is so terrible, I will not finish the rimshot.
