Maple Tree, The Best Medicine, Lynn ChantaleWhen I saw this week’s prompt two things popped into my head. The movie The Wedding Ringer and a scene from Golden Girls. The first is the reception scene where everything goes wrong and the groomsmen are forced to break out their hidden talents which consist of one taking off his shirt to show off his physique, one dislocating his shoulder and another who can speak backward. In the second is where Blanche ties the stem of a cherry into a knot with her tongue.


Unfortunately, my odd talent is nowhere near as fascinating, hilarious or traumatizing as the ones mentioned. Two things, I can do is turn my tongue sideways, something I’ve been able to do since I was a kid and the other is puns. Puns are such a lost art form and a dying breed of humor. My dad and I will go back and forth with these until we run out or someone, usually, another family member, begs for mercy.


It starts off with a simple enough joke; Why did the maple tree cross the road?

Answer: I’ll go out on a limb and say it was the chicken’s day off. Or

The tree got in a sticky situation. Or

It needed to uproot itself. Or

Maybe it was being sapping and pining away. Or

it just had to leaf.

See how they just stick out for me or am I barking up the wrong tree?

Darn, I think I’m stumped now. Maybe I can pulp out one more. Whew, that last was a real ringer or knot.

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