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Performer Behind the Glass

Echo world behind the glass,
I make the same faces I did at twelve.
The grinning Cheshire Cat 
with teeth like piano keys,
mendacious and coy
because viewing my portrait with sobriety
forces me to march with familiar frailties.
I’m certain my gravitas is a forgery.
I am sure my laments and torments are 
playacted animation. 
	Their drama is loathsome.  

Instead,

Categories: slapstick, character, funny, humor, image,
Form: Free verse

Slapstick

Accidentally gave my wife a glue stick instead of chapstick
As a result, she isn't talking to me, no matter what subject I pick
That'll shut her up
Her lips got stuck
She'll heal in a month or two, this humor is called slapstick

Categories: slapstick, funny,
Form: Limerick

Picking My Own Kind of Slapstick

Every treaty they make 
makes to cheat me
to
dislocate me 
from my
territory

and on the plains
it is so plain to see
that a treaty's not
worth
diddly squat.

Categories: slapstick, anti bullying, columbus day,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Slapstick Informatic On My Computer

With its bite or baud or bit
It takes thick my stomach strict
When the mouse is there clicked
Then my brain is hard constrict
And my thoughts are in conflict
With my hair rough or slicked
I feel as a lousy kicked
By a mangy cat then licked
And my will completely nicked
Was by case so subtly tricked
That I am like a

Categories: slapstick, assonance, drug,
Form: Rhyme

Satirical, Slapstick, and Self-Depracating

Well, it's back to the sillies I go
This serious stuff is hurting my brain
If you notice I'm being serious again
Admonish me, must be totally insane

Must maintain my “silly” status
Or I'll totally fade away from the scene
“D'ya hear bout a guy who walked into a bar”
Sorry! Well you know what I mean

My humour's more of a

Categories: slapstick, humor,
Form: Quatrain

Slapstick

When the music stopped for Dad
And Shorty McCormick’s Jazz Band
Played their last gig, his drum set
Was retired to our dank basement

His traps resided in an extra large
Black cardboard suitcase and soon
My brothers and I commenced 
Drumming the life out of its quiet remains

Before long the solid beat of the remaining
Percussion instruments were rendered silent
And were

Categories: slapstick, father,
Form: Free verse

Comedy Club Slapstick

tripwire with spiked barbs 
two trite puns joined at the hip
slapstick jabs that bruise

Categories: slapstick, funny, satire
Form: Haiku