Stand Up Poetry

I have to stand up…

“recite” poetry…

and try and make that poetry…

‘funny!’

Well, that’s my task…

and all I can ask

is: that ‘you – the audience –

try to do your best

and invest

applause and laughter

soon after my words

(even if they don’t make much sense).

It’s all reciprocal.

You scratch my scratch-card;

and I’ll scratch your scratch-card –

how hard can it be?

You see,

it’s not rocket science –

but, poetry, is not a white-goods appliance.

And… furthermore…

what on Earth is a BYOB?

It’s an acronym

of that I’m sure;

but, my interpretation,

is possibly not the same as yours…

Big Yellow Oranges – Beware!!

Begin Yawning? – Out! Begone!

Bring Yachts – Overboard Banter!

Beware Yetis – Ours Barks!

Or even Bring Your Own…

Boudoir…?

Baguette…?

Balalaika…?

Bikini…?

And, perhaps, there

is as good a point as any, to

B.M.O.P.

(Bring My Own Poem)

to an end.