Tim Vine starts by shouting
The chimney puns out
He’s got a stack of
them
The first one is on
the house
Tim Vine starts by shouting
The chimney puns out
He’s got a stack of
them
The first one is on
the house
I’m something of a joker
But being a comic is
tough
I have a microbiology joke,
But it’s not cultured
enough
I’m something of a joker
In fact I’m really
comical
I have an experimental
joke
But laughs aren’t
reproducible
I’m something of a joker
In fact I’m a crazy
comic
I have an experimental
joke
Sadly it’s a bit
formulaic
I’m something of a joker
In fact I’m a comedy
clown
I have a primatology joke
As I like to monkey
around
I’m something of a joker
People think I’m a
funny man
I’ve a Palaeoanthropology
joke
But to be fare it’s an
Oldowan
I’m something of a joker
I wouldn’t stop at any
price
I even have a Geology
joke
But to be fare it’s
not gneiss
I’m something of a joker
And follow the comedy
craft
I even have a Mule
joke
But to be fare it’s
half assed
I’m something of a joker
People think I’m a
weirdo
I even have a Tortoise
joke
But to be fare it’s a
bit slow
I’m something of a joker
In fact, I’m comedy crazy
I even have a Sloth joke
But to be fare it’s a bit lazy
I said I wanted to be a comedian
And my wife laughed,
the rotten cow
Well I have become a comedian
And I can say that no
one’s laughing now
French comedy really does exist
But it must come, prerequisite,
From the joke
producing region
Otherwise it’s just
Sparkling wit
Please don’t get me wrong
It’s not that I’m a
prude
And under the right
circumstances
I quite like being
rude
But at the end of the
day
I just find Keith
Lemon crude
Tommy Cooper
And Eric Morecambe
Were funny men
Not vulgar
Or foul mouthed
Not forced or
contrived
Just naturally funny
men
Who made you laugh
Just by walking on to
the stage
In fact, thinking
about them
Has just made me smile
The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the
arts
The eighth was,
The divine Thalia,
Flourishing, in bloom,
Was the muse of comedy
and idyllic poetry
A comic mask in her
hand
The praises of Thalia,
rustic goddess
And in her songs
flourish through time
A man entered a best pun contest
And he chose ten puns to submit,
Hoping at least one pun would win
Unfortunately, no pun in ten did
French comedy really does exist
But it must come, prerequisite,
From the joke producing region
Otherwise it’s just Sparkling wit
I sit alone in a room
Writing jokes for comics
To earn my money
But on my own I wonder
If I’m the only person on the planet
Who thinks it's funny
So riddled with self-doubt
I’m terrified of finding out
When I was in a writing team
We was write a gag and get a laugh
Now it’s just me and a word processor
And it's hard to make the bastard laugh
Do as Phyllis said
And don’t take flight
When you have a row
Last thing at night.
Don't go to bed mad,
Stay up and fight
In Memory of The Late Great Phyllis Diller (1917-2012)