The Joking Gene

I am missing the Joking Gene,
what God left out is kind of mean.
Hear a joke and split a gut,
can’t re-tell to save my butt.

Riddle, Knock-Knock, or a Rhyme,
forget them all in record time.
Punch lines linger all alone,
lead-ins under some tombstone.

Wish I was the witty one,
comedian like next to none.
I can’t even think a joke,
without it going up in smoke.

I honestly enjoy to laugh,
spoken word or paragraph.
Color me with envy green,
for those who have the Joking Gene.

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