To Pick A Funny Bone Poem by Shipra Agarwal

Is it me, or is the rain today a li'l too brash?
Or is it because I am on a date with Wodehouse and Nash?

Such wit, it pierces your flesh like a pointed icicle.
If you have a funny bone in you, it tickles!

But if you are one to prefer a sombre discussion,
You have certainly disembarked at the wrong station.

You will sit here and chat, only to crib about it later;
Why not spare my table, and your brains, the clutter?

'coz when it comes to relishing a writer or his poetry,
the less the merrier, trust me!