The frying pan sings…
“Home, home on the range…” The pot and the kettle appear to be racists of a different color. The cat, the fiddle, is there more going on here than meets the eye? Wouldn’t a song a cat played on a fiddle be gut wrenching? Or are the strings made of synthetic material these days? I can see why the dish ran away with the spoon, but what the fork is up with the knife? A cutting but fair question I’d say, or rather, I’d ask. Jack would have to be nimble, not to mention quick or he might burn the end... Sign in to see full entry.