Rubes by Leigh Rubin for April 14, 2023

Puttin’ on the Ritz

Skip the crab cakes, I’ll take the cheesecake!!

Hello my honey, hello my darlin, hello my rag time pal

can’t tap this

They don’t try to put a lot of pressure on their customers about which one to choose – so what they get is a soft sell crab.

Crabby customer?

Soft-shoe, that’s only on the Frog menu.

Alright start singing “under the sea”

I’m surprised there isn’t a “Lucy” crab.

What next? A frog with a top hat and cane singing….

Hello, my baby

Hello, my honey

Hello, my ragtime gal

Send me a kiss by wire

Baby, my heart’s on fire

If you refuse me

Honey, you’ll lose me

Then you’ll be left alone

Oh baby, telephone

And tell me I’m your own

Funny, Leigh!

“Hello, ma baby - Hello, ma honey - Hello, ma ragtime gal!!”

Crab Calloway.

Great laughter on this one and it’s very clever, Thanks Leigh…

Man, I was planning to use that pun, but I waited too long.

Crab isn’t supposed to taste like shoe leather.