I write to make you laugh outright,
With all my flu work on the swine.
I write of lard and pants too tight.
I write risque and cross the line.

But if you smile upon the read,
I know this write was worth the puns,
For if I'm filling laughing needs,
Then the world's better from the fun.

Rate me, am I getting fives to keep?
Laughter is a pleasure, oh so cheap.
Silly writes are not bemused.
Good feelings are my gift to you.

Could it be my pants have come undone?
Could it be with sheep I fell in love?
Now I hear you chuckle so,
Have I hit your funny bone?

I wrote of healthcare, and it's plights,
And caring for a big behind.
I tried a thong, it was not right.
My balls remind me all the time.

And drunk on rum I start to groan,
Octomom should have been a nun,
Tiger's message on the phone,
Had his wife wishing for a gun.

Funny, how I'm writing in my sleep.
Turkey meals got gobbled from sharp teeth.
Passing all my prose along,
To Michael Phelps, just pass that bong.

Could my hemorrhoids have been that long?
She ripped her stretch pants, I saw her thong.
Teeth are like a Golem so,
Have I hit your funny bone?

When I stink the blind say, oh, that's you.
I used glue accidently, when I screwed.
Cooked chipmonks in an omlette way, not true but funny just the same.
If my rhymes make you.. laugh tell me so.
If my writes make you.. smile laughs will grow.
And I will write another day, and hope some laughs will come your way.

Tell me, are you laughing, that's so sweet.
Making me start writing, of lunch meat.
Androgynous so confused.
Clothes wearing, is it pink or blue?

Hope I caused laughs to go on and on.
O.J.'s in a cell, with trophys gone.
I have eaten Haggis so,
Have I hit your funny bone?

Got a pimple like a nose,
Have I hit your funny bone?
I am running out of prose,
Have I hit your funny bone?