The Stench of Honolulu by Jack Handey:
I decided to change tactics with Leilani. Let the honey come to the bee. Let the cheese ball come to the toothpick. Let the triangle come to the triangle clanger.
As we chugged upriver, I stared off into space, like I was thinking of something. Leilani seemed to notice. But the boat hit a rough patch of rapids. It’s hard to pretend you’re thinking deeply when you’re bouncing up and down, trying to hold on to the railing, your head jerking back and forth.