Papyrus Skies
Oh, how I miss a live audience!
But writing humor to the stillness of-the night?
Like talking to a picket fence.
The laughter is simply not there!
Reminds me of something I so
Despise...canned laughter.
So infinitely dead and dry.
I look at the moon and howl, to a
empty, papyrus sky.
Doing live comedy, now that was
a thrill, you see?
But comedy on paper, has no
meaning or joy for me.
7/10/2021
Panagiota has a background in doing Imrovisational theatre at
Second City in Chicago. As well as doing her own stand up comedy
routines at various clubs in Chicago. Never did one liners or had a script!
It was much fun.Nor told jokes...r
That is not me, nor ever will be. PR
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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