When you ask me to be funny, my mind fills up with dread,
Thoughts flash through my head, of baby bunny dead,
The neighbor's house on fire, and my husband is a liar,
My nephew failed his test, and Dad was laid to rest,
Has dementia and is living with my sister,
My mailman is a dick,
I hope I don't get sick, 'cause the virus
Don't want it to eliminate, the one causing
my heart to break,
but that shit isn't funny, now I'm back to
the baby bunny.
Don't ask me to be funny, 'cause I'll fail every time.
By Lisa H. Owens
Runner-up in a Reddit r/poetrycritics writing prompt - 2020 Humorous Poem Contest.