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Old
Joke Parables by Ken
Shiovitz I. I approached a young man Standing at the side of the road. “Can you tell me the way to Carnegie Hall?” I asked. He
responded, “Sure, I am going there too. Just do NOT continue down this road.” The road straddled a precarious ridge, With cliffs on both sides. Gritting my teeth, I stepped off the edge. My fading farewell scream was, “Damn the Gravity…...” II. I encountered an old man Standing at the side of the road. “Can you tell me the way to Carnegie Hall?” I asked. He
responded that the road was too dangerous, But that I should “Beware of Gravity.” “How then?” I pressed.
He answered, “Practice, Practice, and Carnegie Hall will come to YOU!” I practiced a lot, but it never arrived. III. I came across a colony of young people Standing at the side of the road, Practicing violin amidst piles of human bones. Can you tell me the way to Carnegie Hall?” I asked. They
responded, “We are building Carnegie Hall right here! Join us.” Just then, one of them started pushing others over the
cliff, While stealing their violins. “Stop him,” I yelled to the one dressed as a policeman. He responded, “Don’t interrupt my practice.” IV. I encountered an old man at the side of the road, And asked him, “Is it pronounced Hawaii or Havaii?” “Havii,” he said. I told him, “Thanks.” He responded, “You’re Velcome.” |
