Verbal gymnastics but jest in jousting:
Pun-slingers in showdown at sundown!
Gaston De ROSAYRO
The
pun, some might claim, is the work of the Devil. It is a means of
etching shades of Hades into a normal conversation. There are good puns,
which make you laugh out loud and applaud the punster’s cleverness.
There are decent puns, which make you think a minute and then say, “Oh,
I get it. Ha!” There are, of course, bad puns, which inevitably set off
a chorus of anguished moans and groans.
My old friend and former schoolmate Joshua, Josh for short, is an
inveterate punster. Josh the josher calls himself the ‘Unchallenged King
of the Pun’.
I concede he is a master of the play on words, the Grand Inquisitor
who can inflict room-wide groans at the drop of a few twisty lines. And
he has no shame over it at all. The problem, you see, is that he shows
no mercy when it comes to dropping puns on you when you least expect it.
Although to be honest, you should always suspect that it will happen
face-to-face with his Joshy enders. But with him it is a terminal
addiction and no amount of PUN-ishment could ever cure his pun-lust. For
instance, we still extract certain sketches of a painful past at our old
school St Bens, in which the cane held sway as the order of the day.
In primary school, we 11-year-olds were extremely unfortunate to be
in the clutches of a merciless teacher, nicknamed ‘London Canda’. He
appeared to take a vicarious delight in flogging us pitilessly. He
seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in thrashing his pupils in turn, one
after the other for the most trifling infringements. He must have surely
been an admirer of the perpetrators of the Spanish Inquisition.
But as I explained Josh could never get over his penchant for punning
and took his medicine like a man.
Nothing, absolutely nothing could diminish his enthusiasm when it
came to punning. He was swished mercilessly for the habit by the irate
teacher. For instance, when we had to fill in the blanks for idioms he
turned in his paper with some atrocious puns that personally offended
the martinet teacher for their ‘un-punnyness.’
The test had certain idiomatic expressions in which we had to fill in
the blanks such as, ‘Don’t change horses (in midstream)’ which he
answered with ... ‘until they stop running.’ And, ‘Don’t bite the hand
(that feeds you)’ with ...’that looks dirty’.
‘The idle mind’ was, to him, ‘the best way to relax’. Others
included, ‘Where there is smoke there’ ... ‘is pollution’. Again in his
weird way, ‘A penny saved is’ ...’not much’. ‘When the blind lead the
blind’...’get out of the way’. And the best of the lot was, ‘Better late
than’... ‘pregnant.’
Generally I have had one heck of a good time over the years hanging
out with this relentless master of the pun. I confess he annoyed me no
end at times with his silly bon mots. By now I had developed a high
tolerance for the puns that Josh dropped freely in any situation and at
any time. But I still got zinged ever so often even though I knew when
one was coming. But revenge, they say, is sweet. And I plotted it with
Machiavellian cunning when I induced my childhood friend Malka, whose
verbal gymnastics are legendary, to join us for dinner at a spiffy
Colombo restaurant.
If you ever wanted to have revenge on someone who has pummeled your
ears over the years with puns, then Malka was the pun-slinger for the
job.
Revenge would be all the sweeter for the wait .When it came to
ammunition to humbling the half-witted master punster I was armed and
ready and determined not to leave home without this witty weapon. It was
the big pun-slinging showdown at sundown at the restaurant and the
verbal crockery began flying straight away. Aware that Malka’s family
owns a large printing and publishing venture, Josh fired the first
salvo: “I’m surprised you are in the printing trade, because you just
don’t seem to be the type.”
Apprised earlier that Josh was a photography enthusiast, Malka
returned fire instantly: “Oh, I knew you were an old photographer
because you seem to have stopped developing!” Touché! She had him there.
Josh was silent for a while. He then excused himself to go over to a
table and meet his optometrist and a dubious investor who had recently
received adverse newspaper publicity. Josh explained: “We all used to
hang out together at university.” Malka quipped: “Go ahead and meet your
optometrist and your wheeler-dealer. But don’t make a spectacle of
yourself. If you all don’t hang together now you will all hang
separately!”
We had trouble over the menu deciding over the curries. Malka grabbed
the menu saying: “Okay let me order. Or you two will get curried away
with the selection!” By now Josh seemed impressed by her punmanship
prowess. He threw in the towel and remarked in a conciliatory tone: “I’m
certainly glad there’s only one of you Malka!” She shot him a saccharine
look and said: “I used to be twins. My mother has a picture of me when I
was two.”
Replete after the dinner, Malka suggested a round of cognac. Raising
her glass she proposed a toast or rather roast all round: “It has been a
delightful jest in jousting, gentlemen. Now let’s finish this one and
have pun for the road!”
Josh was truly zapped. He grinned good-naturedly as he waved his
white napkin in surrender! |