My Word of the Month poem for May

Hi everyone,

Here’s my JOKE inspired poem for May. Oops. Found myself on a soapbox.

Where are the Jokes?

I miss the days
when jokes were clean but funny,
when comics didn’t think
they must be crude.
Who are these guys
so proud of being lewd?
Why do we laugh
when potty mouths turn runny?
F-bombs are not the test
of humor, folks.
Have we lost the art
of telling funny jokes?

(c) 2019 David L. Harrison, all rights reserved