Treasure Island

gershon hepner

(5 3 38 / leipzig)

being funny


My second choice is being funny,
my first is being sweet,
if not as treacle or as honey
at least as sugar beet,
but since more naturally I'm sour,
with sweetness not my style,
I'll try to make you laugh, not glower,
and swallow all your bile,
by being funny, if I can,
for if you laugh you may
believe that I'm the sweetest man
you've met, at least today.



Roy Blount Jr. ('Be Sweet: A Conditional Love Story, ' Alfred A. Knopf,1998) says:

Woody Allen once told an interviewer that being funny 'is always a second choice.' The first choice, I guess, is being.....sweet. Or happy, or something.'

6/10/98

Submitted: Friday, January 08, 2010

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