That one came out pretty stupid in print.
Why don’t foot and boot rhyme?
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Yes, that’s right. I saw your advert in the blassified ads.
Mr. Bounder: The what?
Mr. Smoketoomuch: In The Times Blassified Ads.
Mr. Bounder: Ah, The Times Classified Ads.
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Yes, that’s right. I’m afraid I have a speech impediment. I can’t pronounce the letter B.
Mr. Bounder: Uh, C.
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Yes, that’s right, B. It’s all due to a trauma I suffered when I was a sboolboy. I was attacked by a Siamese bat.
Mr. Bounder: Uh, ah, a Siamese cat.
Mr. Smoketoomuch: No, a Siamese bat. They’re more dangerous.
Mr. Bounder: Listen, can you say the letter K?
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Oh, yes. Khaki, kettle, Kipling, Khomeini, Kellog’s Born Flakes.
Mr. Bounder: Well, why don’t you say the letter K instead of the letter C?
Mr. Smoketoomuch: What, you mean, pronounce “blassified” with a K?
Mr. Bounder: Yes, absolutely!
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Klassified!
Mr. Bounder: Good!
Mr. Smoketoomuch: Oh, it’s very good! I never thought of that before. What a silly bunt.