Puntitled! Poem by Denis Martindale

My world was once quite full of puns,
Like Oscar Wilde gone wild,
Like ricochets from smoking guns,
No more the child so mild...
But there are folks who don't get jokes
Who merely moan and groan,
As if each one somehow provokes
To leave my puns alone...

My puns aren't gone, I still pressed on,
Sometimes a few would laugh
And their response I built upon,
As I kept on my path...
I'm cutting down, yet with a frown,
I'm not the man I was,
No more the bold insistent clown,
Because some folks get cross...

Mister Tim Vine? He's my hero!
Comedian and more,
A stand-up guy, whose puns I know
And simply quite adore!
I'll always have his sense of fun,
My soul still craves to smile,
That's why I'll always love to pun,
'Cos I can pun with style!