Poetry: a laughing matter?

This week's Poetry Thursday topic is humor in poetry. I went through most of my poems, and gosh -- I'm not very funny. Amusing, sometimes, maybe -- but only dry.

Even the small poems I thought, at writing, were funny -- aren't really:

sitting alone
at a table for two
    drinking lemon tea

This is as close as I can get (so far, anyway) and it's not exactly funny, but sort-of funny, and was actually inspired by a joke:

exposed

i am like the woman
speaking and listening
on the telephone
when a hot flash
comes

immersed in
conversation
she absently removes
one warm garment
then another

until she stands
in her living room
before the undraped
windows
cooled and naked

as these words
fall from me
till i stand quiet
in the breeze
of your voice.

I look forward to what others come up with. Laughter is good for me.

Comments

[Jim]

I love this: the opening joke/narrative (and the shedding of clothes is a nice, possibly predictive touch) that slides effortlessly into a love poem. Can it get any better?

[Colorsonmymind]

Ohhh... just coming off of a drug that put me in temporary menopause, I really appreciate this poem...it made me giggle.

[Dick]

Well, it made me smile. In fact, I still am!

[Daisy]

Another smilee(?) here. Although I'm a bit converned about that man in number 42 across the street. He's got a telephoto lens... :-)

[Curt Stump]

I thought I'd post a humorous poem of mine since you asked what we could come up with. But I couldn't find one in my own set of poems either! I mean there are some humorous lines and stanzas in a few of my poems, but where are the whole poems that are unmistakably funny from top to bottom that have people rolling on the floor? I'm going to keep looking through my stacks.