From Punny Pradyumna
Author Introduction:
Pradyumna is a tenth-grader who specializes in horrible puns. He is quite punctilious, but unfortunately not quite punctual. Saying his jokes are bad is a p-understatement. Some say he must be pun-ished for them while others just tolerate his puns (with many groans and moans, of course). Although he is Hyderabadi, he claims to be a Pun-jabi (ouch!).

I went to an OPTOMETRIST once, but all he did was give me a GLASSY

He stared for so long without blinking, that it was quite SPECTACULAR!

When he was giving me a check up though, he went to great LEN(gth )S to ensure that he did his jobs correctly.

The police arrested the lenses, but the accused just kept saying that they were FRAMED.

Yes, these jokes keep getting cornea (cornier) by the minute…

Iris(k) being beaten for such bad puns. EYE am sure of it!

The student practically melted and shrank under the hot sun: PUPILS contract in bright light conditions.

Why are chemistry riddles always so easy?
They are all ELEMENTARY.

My laptop is adept at playing the electric guitar- It has it’s own unique power cord.

When an author cuts wood into cubes, does it become a writer’s BLOCK?

All of the butterflies flew away in all directions. “Hmm. They must have come from SCATTERPILLARS”, I thought.

“Ah! Mr. Fungus, do sit down. I’m afraid there is not MUSH ROOM in this house.”

When paper gets grief-stricken, I think it TEARS UP.

How do you thank a bird?
I’ve heard that you’re supposed to give them a TOUCAN of appreciation.

What do you call a group of photographers?
A cameraderie.

What do you call a group of cameramen?
A clique