Pointers Point: Jokes On Me

I laughed with balls yesterday I’m not sure why, or what it was That was, to cause convulsive chuckles, I think my eyes tear-ed was *****, about toe nails I’m Sure, but she said something sharp from dark she throws, the subtle wit, moves swift from forest for kill I will, write it down next time on a matchbook, or dial it in Text on insect's back, or my hand It’s prime material, rivals TV But see, she has no control when her jest will spring on jest I’ll test her memory tomorrow See if she knows, this mystery slam I am - sure it was a pointy tongue she’s at her best turning point to pointer wanting her, to do it again, from scripted jousting with cuts and rubs in of, it’s self, her bearish fun would not exists, not alone, she depends again, on pointers point, aimed at her, she has a motive, stealing your inertia Cinderella’s shoes fit nice, her feet when she’s pointing the point; jokes on me