On the 13th day I was to write a short poem that follows the beats of a classic joke. My poem should emphasize the interplay between the form of the poem and the punchline.
I use humor. But today? Nada. In desperation I am posting this just so that I post “on prompt” and do not get behind. (Nobody said it had to be good.) I hope to do better tomorrow. Anyway…
Doctor, doctor,
what is wrong with me?
Each morning
when I look into the mirror
I feel like throwing up.
What is wrong with me?
The doctor says
he doesn’t know
then adds,
“but your eyesight
is perfect.”
Look both ways when contemplating the literal and the ironic.
Mind the gaps. Even the best comics flop sometimes.
Not his best, but Ray is on-prompt, too.
Our Literary Journey 
Well I like it a lot, Doctor, doctor!
And video too. 💗 👏 Fun!
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Glad you do, Selma, and thanks for saying so.
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The video reminds me of this: https://pollymermaid.wordpress.com/2017/03/04/two-fingers-and-a-small-vibrator/
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Well, comments are closed on that post, but my wife wants to know why I am rolling on the floor and laughing. May I tell her? (raises one eye brow and grins). Excellent, Peter.
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Yes, it’s a bit of a bind having to close comments after 90 days to keep spam down. However, by all mean have a laugh, it still tickles me (so to speak) whenever I think of these encounters!
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🙂
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