Brass jokes

A drunk guy is showing friends his new apartment.

The last stop is the bedroom, where a big brass gong sits next to the bed.

"What's that gong for?" the friend asks him.

"It's not a gong," the drunk replies. "It's a talking clock."

"How does it work?"

The guy picks up a hammer, gives the gong an ear-shattering pound, and steps back.

Suddenly, someone on the other side of the wall screams, "For God's sake, you asshole, it's 3:30 in the god damn morning!"

Roses are red,

I don't know what is brass.

I tell myself,

"Don't touch grass."

I always think that percussions are golden, but cheeks are brass.

What bathroom does a trumpet go to?

The brass room...