Every time I make a joke,
It's like wearing a hat,
Shading my eyes,
I cover my graying hair
With riddles and limericks.
My witty banter is just
Vertical stripes to give the
Illusion of slimming me down.
I am holding my stomach in
With every pun.
Without the laughs,
I stand here naked,
And really, who wants to
See that? No one,
Least of all, me.