It was visitor's day at the lunatic asylum. All the inmates were standing in the courtyard and singing "Ave Maria." And singing it beautifully.
Oddly, each of them was holding a red apple in one hand and tapping it
rhythmically with a pencil.
A visitor listened in wonderment to the performance and then approached
the choir conductor. "I am a retired choir director," he said. "This
is one of the best choirs I have ever heard."
"Yes, I'm very proud of them," said the conductor.
"You should take them on tour," said the visitor. "What are they called?"
"Surely that's obvious," replied the conductor. "They are the Moron Tap-an-Apple Choir."
Oddly, each of them was holding a red apple in one hand and tapping it
rhythmically with a pencil.
A visitor listened in wonderment to the performance and then approached
the choir conductor. "I am a retired choir director," he said. "This
is one of the best choirs I have ever heard."
"Yes, I'm very proud of them," said the conductor.
"You should take them on tour," said the visitor. "What are they called?"
"Surely that's obvious," replied the conductor. "They are the Moron Tap-an-Apple Choir."
