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A lady comes into a butcher's shop and asks for an Aylesbury duckling.
The assistant goes out to the back of the shop, and returns with a duckling.“Unwrap the bird, and give it here,” the lady says.
She puts her hand into the duckling’s rear end.
“This isn’t an Aylesbury duckling young man,” she exclaims.“ It’s a Suffolk duckling! Kindly be so good as to get me an Aylesbury duckling!”
He fetches another duckling. Again she asks him to remove the packing, and again puts her hand in the duckling’s rear end. “That’s a Norfolk duckling! What on earth’s the matter with you? I want to speak to the manager.”
The manager is called, and the lady says: “Do you have any Aylesbury ducklings or not? When I asked your assistant here for an Aylesbury duckling he brought me first a Suffolk duckling, then a Norfolk duckling, if you please.”
The manager goes out to the back of the shop and returns with a duckling. He removes some of its packing and proffers her its rear end. She puts her hand up the duckling. She returns the manager’s knowing smile.
“We try to please, madam,” the manager says. “The lad here will take the money. I’m only too glad to be of help to you, madam.”
Whilst the assistant is serving the lady, she says: “I hope you don’t think me fussy, young man.” “Oh, not at all, madam,” he says. “If you want an Aylesbury duckling, obviously, an Aylesbury duckling is what you must get.”
“I don’t recall you serving me before. You must be new. Judging from your accent, I don’t think you’re a local boy. Where are you from?”
This joke was written and presented by Dr Roger Gibson of Abbey Wood, London. Punch-lines and cartoon views of particular jokes are available on products such as:
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