… I don’t get it.
Hope this does not spoil the joke.
Neither have I. 
sorry
I was just lamenting to my wife earlier that we two may have been the only people for blocks around, or maybe more, who know who Glenn Miller was, or who have ever heard “Chattanooga Choo Choo.” If you don’t get the joke because you haven’t heard the song, it opens with, “Pardon me, boy, is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?”
I submit that krugerrands are not a well known form of currency. Nice try though.
Do any of you folks use puns in your everyday speech? The other day, my wife drove up to pick me up from work just as I was coming out the door. I got in the car, and said, “Your timing was impervious to chicken beaks.”
“Huh?”
“It was im-peck-able.”
Much laughter.
There’s the famous triple pun:
Three brothers buy a farm together. The first wants to raise cattle, the second decides to run sheep and the third opts for pigs. When it comes to naming their farm, they can’t agree so they ask their father for a suggestion. He says, “Name the farm Focus, because that’s where the sun’s rays meet”.
And, naturally, I’ve just seen that this pun has already been posted. Oh well, great minds think alike.
There was once a Roman farmer who grew a fabulous strawberry; huge and red and delicious smelling. Word of this strawberry soon spread across the Empire, and people came from far and wide to see it. One day some officers of the Legions came to take the strawberry to Rome in the name of the Emperor. When the farmer protested, the officers said, “We have come to seize your berry, not to praise it.”