The Victory Laughter Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

He wouldn't joke about a good laugh,
But pushing the comedy to the limit can be rather limiting,
The victory laughter producing a road at its most narrow
Fighting social fatigue and flop sweat,
He waited a month to tell his jokes; a month ago he waited a day
Patience, she said,
"I'm too serious and I stifle my giggles"
What, an audience of one?
Yes, it was her that he told his jokes to
His aim was true, there were no lies
Yet, an affront was constructed,
So what occurred may have been a cosmic joke, but she wasn't, and not laughing