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Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comedy. Show all posts

Monday, 26 January 2026

Comedy

 Sat through a comedy

It's all such a fucking comedy

But at least they're trying to be funny

Sending themselves up on stage

Playing the fool,

It's a reason to live after all

But they weren't that funny

Even the werewolf compere

Who wasn't meant to be funny

As a foil

That somehow elevates the comedians

Above the level of the ordinary

By contrast

Even her

With her assassin's face

She looked like a Rebecca

As unreachably attractive

As any I've known

Those who know their own looks

But perhaps

That's all they have

What a low down dirty mood I'm in

The coming storm

The waiting for it

And now it's here, wet and depressing

As if it will never end

How am I meant to make light of

Weather that wants to turn you

Into a slug?

I respect them these comedians

I don't find them that funny

But I respect them