Another kind of poem I'd invite people to write would be new takes on old jokes. I wrote two so far. Children are the intended audience.
THE CHICKEN TALKS BACK
Human beings must be mad!
They must be bored and lonely.
There's so much to discuss and yet
they seem to want to only
talk about the street I crossed
and wonder what possessed me.
I guess it's better that they talk
about me than digest me.
THE FIREMAN TALKS BACK
I'm sick of people asking me
about my red suspenders.
For me the question tops the list
of conversation enders.
But if you want to guarantee
a conversation stopped,
just say I stuck my feet in flames
to see my corns get popped.
[This message has been edited by Roger Slater (edited March 11, 2002).]
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