Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Stand-Up Comedians


Stand-up comedians so funny
Joke around to earn their money
They’re never funny sitting down

But when standing vertically upright
Their comedic humor is out of sight
Funny-ing as they act like stand-up clowns

They just can’t be funny or sassy
Sitting on their sorry assy’s
Perpendicular they invite loud guffaws

And with their joke-around renditions
In their stand-around positions
They welcome all appreciative applause

When they’re on stage it is behooved
To have all the sit-down chairs removed
So they can fill the halls with tons of laughter

So these stand-up fools so funny
Can earn rafts of funny money
The house is filled with laughs up to the rafter

Submitted: Wednesday, February 06, 2008

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