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…
what is wrong with me?
when I look into the mirror
I feel like throwing up.
What is wrong with me?
The doctor says
he doesn’t know
“but your eyesight
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.