I Would Like To Throw An Egg

The Irish Gave The Bagpipes To The Scotts As A Joke, But The Scotts Haven't Seen The Joke Yet.

My Wife Has A Whim Of Iron.

A Kiss Is A Course Of Procedure Cunningly Devised, For The Mutual Stopage Of Speech At A Moment When Words Are Superfluous.

Some Take Their Gold In Minted Mold, And Some In Harps Thereafter, But Give Me Mine In Bubbles Fine And Keep The Change In Laughter.

What Is My Loftiest Ambition? I've Always Wanted To Throw An Egg At An Electric Fan.