Poetry from Brianna Dawn.

humor in the eye of the beholder

word puns are like
finger puppets
that slip off the hands

dad jokes are like
jeans that don’t quite
fit around the waist

“your mom” jokes are like
tights bunched up
around the ankles

some jokes only told once
in a room of cold eyes and thinned lips

the same jokes sometimes greeted
with tears, laughter, and slapping of sides and hips

no matter how witty
they are, they are
shitty to someone else

but sometimes those shitty ones for some reason
end up on a best of trophy shelf

written by Tiny Fawns for daily prompt: witty

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