Nauseous and funny:
Who's this bloke?
The one at who we all can joke.
Laughing at himself:
Do we see?
The works;
Glory be.
Jokermam dance by the nightingale tune:
Some will curse;
Others, they swoon.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
A Bob Dylan influence with a twist in the words they drip with music. A lovely write that almost dances in the eyes of the reader. Loved it
I really enjoyed this read,has a great vibe to it, nicely done
This poem skips along with a unique charm; equal parts punchline and parable. There’s something beautifully self-aware in its humour, like a clown taking a bow mid-tears. It leaves the reader smiling but slightly off-kilter, which may be exactly the point.
Jokerman Huh? Got a swing to it that's easy to tune into.
Guess who?
I've go a very long list.....
Love it
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