Deadpan

April 4, 2021 by Usha Pisharody 4 Comments

He delivers wit, the way it’s meant:
Deadpan.
Shutting me up, most times,
After a reluctant admiration
Of how his words
Tickled my funny bone.

Sample this
“Pandaaaaa… Quiet!”
I try to silence
The relentless barking
Of the Adorable furball
In residence.

“Oh Ma! How could you!
It’s like saying
YOU (eh? ME!)
Stop writing poetry
In April.”

Deadpan.

My Muse guffawed,
In abandon.
Hardly surprising!
She agrees.
As, I’m sure, you do!

4 April, 2021, Day#4 of #Napowrimo 2021

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