I’ve always wanted to do stand-up
but never enough, never passionately.
And anyway I couldn’t be bothered
learning material by heart if that is what
stand-ups do. I was a lazy bugger.
My heroes were all stand-ups, not poets
like you might imagine: the two Jerries,
Lewis and Seinfeld, Bob Newhart,
and Billy Connoly who I saw
do a three –hour show in Adelaide with only
a fifteen minute break. That’s stamina.
That’s my kind of comedy: the Observational
kind, the sort that poets are good at with their
nifty little eyes and agile turns of phrase.
Is anyone still reading this?
Anyhow the page is my stage.
I never have to worry about stage fright
or ‘dying’ in front of an audience.
The comments and likes are my applause.
They keep me going. The occasional heckler
with a snide pen. Water off a duck’s back.
I love readings too,being guest poet.
But most of all, I love writing the stuff.
Nothing scatological. The fart is as far as I go.
And if you wondered, that’s me in the picture,
whistling along the lane, thinking up funny lines,