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.