The more you know the sillier life gets

Driving along listening to the classical music radio station this morning. The DJ has a slip of the tongue and and instead of the "March of the Polvetsians" he says March of the Polotentsians, which means instead of the warlike Polovsty people, we have the March of the Towel People.

The regular primary election in our state is fast approaching. (I've long since voted by mail.) There are the usual squabbles over who has defaced or stolen whose yard signs. I usually don't pay much attention to yard sings for candidates, but this year a couple caught my eye. One was a green sign with big white lettering advertising Heep for state legislature (not my district). Sadly, looking at the fine print the guy's first name is not Uriah! Another fellow, running for a minor local office, has the unassuming last name Wismer. Since I first drove past one of his signs I've had the perverse idea to use his name in a tongue twister. The first thing I thought of was a title for a campaign song for the guy: "Wistful Wismer." This has expanded into a refrain for the song: "Whistle 'Wistful Wismer' with me!" I honesty have little trouble saying it once, but always never get it right when repeating it without looking at written down. ;o)