The exercise:
Four lines of prose about: the comedian.
I'm just going to get to writing, seeing as I've spent the last half hour or so asleep in front of my laptop.
Mine:
He can't take it anymore. The constant pressure to be funny, the never-ending joke suggestions from friends, relatives, complete strangers. It's all just too much.
10 comments:
Heh, you seem very busy lately! Hope the market's a good one tomorrow and that you get a chance to rest over the weekend!
Your comedian made me laugh with his joke at the end :)
The Comedian
"Why are we here?" whispered Dr. Septopus as he attempted to slip along a row of audience-filled seats behind Sylvestra.
"Green said he's trying out being a stand-up comedian," said Sylvestra not bothering to whisper, "and I said we'd enjoy laughing at him."
Dr. Septopus rolled his eyes and trod heavily in the lap of a well-upholstered woman as he tried to sit down. Sylvestra sat as well, and produced a bag of rocks and rolled her sleeves up, waiting for Green to come within range.
He tries to be funny,
He rubs his tummy.
Just to get a laugh,
But doesn't get even half.
Doesn't really rhyme like it is meant to.
NO thats good papple
why cant I get them to laugh
they dont even think im daft
why am i not funny
they think I'm a dummy
thats off the top of my head
That is cool!
He is always trying to be funny
But never serious
He is always joking around
Never being sensible
He is the comedian
He wats to make you laugh
Even though he's daft
He wants one now
But he doesn't now how.
That is very good mysteries master 5/6
Why do I have to listen. To a comedian with no sense of humour. Oh great, his's hit the punchline. Yes, it's lunch time.
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