Two brooms were hanging together in a closet. After a while they got to know each other so well they decided to get married. One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.
The wedding was lovely.
At the wedding dinner following the wedding the bride broom leaned over and said to the groom broom, “I think I am going to have a little whisk broom.”
“Impossible,” said the groom broom. “We haven’t swept together yet.”
