I learned word play in Catholic school, even in religion classes.
There was that 16th Century conference at which the Catholic hierarchy considered Martin Luther. Its name was the Diet of Worms. I imagined the priests as eating worms and I was sure they would have eagerly fed Martin Luther to worms.
Do you remember the United Press, which long-ago newspaper articles cited as UP?
In 1939 I was in second grade. Sister ??? gave me a newspaper article to read and told me to read it to the class. I read the “UP” as “you pee”. Other boys in the room also enjoyed it.
Nuns sometimes asked if we were entertaining bad thoughts. We answered “No, Sister” but to ourselves and to each other we answered “No, Sister, they entertained me.”
Do you remember any?
The "Diet of Worms" made me think of the Klingon delicacy gagh, consisting of live worms.
One can hardly beat the Bard for puns. Here is a certain Danish prince explaining the location of the recently deceased Polonius, who is at supper, "Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service—two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end."
reminds me of this - in church I learned to sing psalms of course, one about bowing in god's honour and praise in front of his palace. In Dutch the words sound like 'çhichory and leek' so I was convinced that god had a kitchen garden.