The Last Waltz
They had met at a dance, he and she. He had wooed and won her while dancing to jazz harmony, that’s why they were all “jazzed” up now. She got to shaking her shoulders, so he “shook” her for good and got a divorce. Now they’re apart and do their dancing with different partners. She gets stepped on and he steps on others. Some day when “Home Sweet Home” is played they will wander home together again and call it “The Last Waltz.”
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“My wife,” said the henpecked one, “is a woman of few words—but she uses them over and over again.”
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Whizzical Whams
By Whursmuhwhiski.
I stopped in a Music Store the other day, and while looking around, I saw a stack of sheet music called “Toyland Sketches.” The first one I noticed was called “The Arrival of the Teddy Bears.” Needless to say, I didn’t look any further.
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