POEM: Homicide of Humour.

By KPHVampireWriter

Thu, 11 Apr 2013
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The court jester quips,
Consummate fool, sides ache,
With spasms uncontrolled,
Until humour bares a knife.

Stiffened muscles tick,
As locked in cramp,
A stitch tears a hole in my side,
And humour dies.

Certificate U
Poem
Humour

Comments

Submitted by adbates on
It's all fun and games until someone tears a hold in their side

 

Submitted by KPHVampireWriter on
Um, I was going for a painful stitch that suddenly is far from funny...but hey :)

Submitted by Rhiannonw on
Some people's joke-telling and laughter can be like a tickle, and hard to resist, but followed by regret that thought wasn't put into gear first (or feet). Rhiannon