The Poet and the Comedian

Once upon a life, unbeknownst to most,
A girl wrote a verse not common to any host.
But this verse sang a song to someone out there
Who happened to hear her song in the air

Her song made him hum something familiar in tune
And then when he spoke, out came a joke
Laughter soon followed, a sound she had missed,
And then a surprise came, yes, they did kiss

Chorus:   But the strong survive love, wrote the poet in a verse
              And the weak will dismiss love as sweetness in a curse

Their lips fully locked with messages sent
And once the release, a confusing event
A joke to subside the quiet, uneasy bore
A laugh to ease and clear the tone being ignored.

Love filtered the air amongst muscles that failed
To lift and uphold the gift being unveiled
A jokester by trade missed the beat once before
And choosing the stage, romance left the door.

Chorus

One cannot stand nor understand this crooked maze,
The poet trying to write, the joker in his cave
Maybe there’s a reason unfamiliar to most
That the core of the poet did not ignite his most.
And the message of loss to both parties at hand
Tied both hands apart, yet, locked in the heart.
But I wish I could voice and opinion or two
They are missing the boat as are more than a few

Chorus

Still a poet, and always a comedian,
They play without rhythm or die, as they may.
The story continues and I sit on edge
To watch where it turns, where both will ledge…
My words mean nothing, far less than a poet
And as for my jokes, I have none and know it.
The poet and the comedian, I wish them well,
And the moral of their pain, these words I will sell…

Chorus X2

~Jenn