Poem 166

I was sat by an old woman at a wedding once who told me when she was young she made it a rule to never date a man under six foot – until she met ‘her Terry’ who was five foot six … but he made me laugh …

You Cease To Find Me Funny

I've danced with the teapot on my head
once too often you've heard my voices
         you've seen my faces
and I see your bleak expression as you realise
you've handed me another straight
line
       I laugh now and loud
because someone's got to
                                                 I'm dying out here
up here in front of the cool green audiences
of your eyes
                       you've ceased
          to find me funny
and you won't take me seriously
any more