This face I saw
really surprised me, so I wondered
where in the dickens it came from?
No laugh lines were present
The only expression I saw was a scowl
an owl, that's what he reminded me of
a scrunched up neck, with shoulders that were
definitely stooped, and positively rounded
Looking at him closely, I wondered, if someone
had absconded with his ability to smile
or even laugh for that matter
The more I watched him, I realized
that I was getting madder
for we were in a Comedy Club
and a young comic was on stage
telling her jokes trying to make us laugh
while we all, except one, enjoyed her act
We guffawed and chortled and occasionally clapped
What was wrong with this man, was he born
with no sense of humor, or maybe a giant tumor
diminished his ability to show the hint of a smile
Finishing her set, the young comic bowed
Then stepping off stage, she thanked the crowd
The room erupted in boisterous applause
The only one not clapping was this reticent jerk
whose actions demeaned the efforts, of a young comic
who simply love coming to work
Author Bio:
Charles Scudder is an old Viet Nam vet, who writes poems, songs and short stories that fill his mind with strange, exotic and darn good feelings. The best place for him to escape today's problems is by creating things, which brings him great joy and satisfaction. God Bless America.
really surprised me, so I wondered
where in the dickens it came from?
No laugh lines were present
The only expression I saw was a scowl
an owl, that's what he reminded me of
a scrunched up neck, with shoulders that were
definitely stooped, and positively rounded
Looking at him closely, I wondered, if someone
had absconded with his ability to smile
or even laugh for that matter
The more I watched him, I realized
that I was getting madder
for we were in a Comedy Club
and a young comic was on stage
telling her jokes trying to make us laugh
while we all, except one, enjoyed her act
We guffawed and chortled and occasionally clapped
What was wrong with this man, was he born
with no sense of humor, or maybe a giant tumor
diminished his ability to show the hint of a smile
Finishing her set, the young comic bowed
Then stepping off stage, she thanked the crowd
The room erupted in boisterous applause
The only one not clapping was this reticent jerk
whose actions demeaned the efforts, of a young comic
who simply love coming to work
Author Bio:
Charles Scudder is an old Viet Nam vet, who writes poems, songs and short stories that fill his mind with strange, exotic and darn good feelings. The best place for him to escape today's problems is by creating things, which brings him great joy and satisfaction. God Bless America.
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