A poorly chosen joke is like an exploding clown--
At best too loud and
Unwelcome on the ear;
At worst a frightening portal
Through which chaos can gain entrance to the ordinary world,
Where innocents stand
With eyes as unwary as marshmallows.
Before telling any joke,
Have a dentist examine what you are about to say
With their little silver mirror.
Check nearby clocks for timing--
Talk to clergy about your motives--
Allow for windage.
Lastly, keep in mind how your failed joke may affect
Barely surviving circus acts,
Think of their families, living in squalor and shame,
Before you open your big fat pie hole
And let the clown out.
This is not for any prompt. I'm such a rebel.
The picture is of silent film star Clara Bow.