Six Shakespearean Tailgaters
The Comic’s Complaint
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
How come you listen but won’t laugh at my gags?
The Audience Responds
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
Don’t you hear the snoring in the room?
Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit,
Do a bit of pruning, you simple twit!
Quicken a rock, and make you dance canary
With Curly, Moe and their buddy Larry!
Cudgel thy brains no more…for your dull ass
Cannot vent good humor, only gas.
I must be cruel only to be kind.
Another joke like that and you’ll be fined.