The nurse at the front regarded the wounded soldier with a puzzled look.
“Your face is familiar to me, but I can’t place you,” she said.
“Let bygones be bygones, baby,” replied the soldier, “I used to be a
policeman.”
* * * * *
Riddle-de-doot!
Where did you get that rose?
That isn’t a rose, that’s a geranium.
No, it isn’t. It’s a rose.