Two Jokes Walk Into a Bar
A new poem
by Sabrina Orah Mark
| Two jokes walk into a bar. The bartender says he’ll be back in three shakes of a lamb’s tail and disappears in broad daylight out the front door. The jokes hold hands and wait for the bartender to return. A third joke walks in. He clears his throat, and off the top of his head he begins: “A little Madness in the Spring / Is wholesome even for the King, / But God be with the Clown—/ Who ponders this tremendous scene—.” “Emily Dickinson,” says the first joke. “Nicely done.” |
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