Whither Goest Thou, Fair Lady?
One misty morning, a dapper young chap went a-walking in Kilkenny and happened upon a fair lady.
‘Whither goest thou?’ quoth he.
‘To be sure,’ said the lady, for she was Irish to the core. ‘I’m after catching meself a frog.’
‘And willst thou kiss thy frog in the hopes of landing thyself an enchanted prince?’ enquired the gentleman. ‘For I’d be charmed to be your frog. Ribbet!’ And he puckered up for a kiss.
‘The frog’s for my biology class – it’s dissection day. Sure, you’ll do though,’ said the lady, producing a scalpel.
But her suitor had hopped off.
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