Ham on Wry

CRAZY CUCKOO CLOCKS revisited: Joe was supposed to be home at eleven, but you know how that goes. He got to talking and sipping, down at the local bar, and the next thing he knew, it was nearing three in the morning. He hustled home, as fast as his rubbery legs would let him, and made it into his house just as the cuckoo clock fired up and chirped three times. Hoping to fool his wife, he cuckooed a few more times, then went to bed, proud of his cleverness.