For better or worse, my taste in women has always been, shall we say, "eclectic." My first wife named the first cockatiel "Flea," after a character in some forgotten book. Flea not only outlived wife #1, my Dad, and a few others, but lived to see wife #2 and a mate- Yomama, who wife #2 purchased & named.
Mrs. B is a former symphony musician ( Jax Symphony, First Flute, Principal Chair, and Service Keyboards )-- and besides being well-educated & intelligent, is possessed by a slightly weird ( non-linear? ) sense of humor.
The name is a play on fiddler YoYoMa's name...
...and yes, most people mis-hear the name, and think it's "YoMaMa!" With all the rude implications.
Birds have a weird, dim, and alien intelligence-- she calls me, my wife and dog by name, but having a syrynx instead of vocal cords, most syllables are slurred with an "R" prefix...
"Ron" ( John )
"Rem-ri-ry" ( Emily )
"Raff" ( Taffy )-- sometimes interchanged with "Roof" ( wolf? Ruff? )
And every time the phone rings, she says "Arr- Roe!" ( hello! )
There's a local sushi place here named Mo-Mo-Ya.
Of course it would be easier to tell which joke you were telling if it weren't just on paper . . . saying it out loud would probably clear this one up . . . < g >