Some more (fiction, obviously) writing. This one's quite old.

This reminds me of the time I met famous Shakespearean actor Kenneth Jones. I was walking down the street one day and Kenneth Jones came up to me and asked me if I would like some cake. Of course I said “Yes please Kenneth Jones sir” and took a piece of cake and started to eat it. What follows is the exchange that followed as recorded by the courts.
Me: Excuse me Mr. Jones but what sort of cake is this?
Kenneth Jones: Why, it’s cheese-cake.
Me: Oh really? It sure doesn’t taste like any cheese-cake I’ve ever eaten, Mr. Jones.
It was at this point that the bees started stinging my face.
Kenneth Jones: No, no, no. Not cheese-cake. Bees-cake!
You’ll notice that these sound quite similar.
Me (bees stinging face quite severely now): But Mr. Jones, these bees are stinging my face! Quite severely now!
Kenneth Jones: Why are you calling me Mr. Jones? That’s not my name. And I’m glad you’re enjoying my bees-cake.
And that is the time that I met Kenneth Jones.