Humor is an oversized beach
Ball, shaking with the vibrations
Of laughter. Humor is trying
To roll itself into the house
Through large garage doors. It
Gets stuck in the small kitchen door.
It shudders between door frames
And its hilariousness squiggles through.
It rolls drunkenly on linoleum floor.
The mother of the house
Is calmly sitting on the couch
Knitting. Without looking up
She slowly reaches her needle
Over the arm of the couch
And pricks the shaking ball rolling by.
The ball oozes laughter
From its puncture as it happily
Makes its way down the hall
To meet the father
Of the house. He is frowning.
He is looking over his paper
Shredder. He reaches for the next
Paper without looking grasps
Deflated humor feeds it
To the shredder. The rolls
Of laughter fade under
The whirring, as its last laugh
Falls into the trash, ha ha,
ha ha.
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