{"id":115132,"date":"2022-06-25T19:13:11","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T23:13:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=115132"},"modified":"2022-06-29T11:47:06","modified_gmt":"2022-06-29T15:47:06","slug":"hour-eleven-the-stand-up-act","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-eleven-the-stand-up-act\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Eleven &#8211; The Stand-up Act"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Eleven \u2013 Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><u>The Stand-Up Act<\/u><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Everyone was happy,<\/p>\n<p>I could see.<\/p>\n<p>Everyone, that is, except me.<\/p>\n<p>I was on a roll, out to troll<\/p>\n<p>the good folk of Glasgow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>With a poker face<\/p>\n<p>and practiced lack of grace<\/p>\n<p>I let insults race<\/p>\n<p>at a furious pace.<\/p>\n<p>Aimed at the centre of the second row.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Up on stage,<\/p>\n<p>that bright white-light cage<\/p>\n<p>Self-deprecating rage<\/p>\n<p>from an unscripted, unseen page<\/p>\n<p>spill out, as the chuckles grow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joke after joke<\/p>\n<p>I continued to poke<\/p>\n<p>fires stoked as I spoke.<\/p>\n<p>Through irreverence, all barriers broke<\/p>\n<p>and they wanted more, much more.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They lapped it all<\/p>\n<p>and clapped at my gall<\/p>\n<p>till my patter palled.<\/p>\n<p>The applause in the hall<\/p>\n<p>brought the house down, stood the audience up.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll split your sides, I\u2019ll rid your frown<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll tickle your ribs, turn you upside-down.<\/p>\n<p>My one-night stand (up) in your town,<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t smile, I\u2019m your modern-day clown.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Hour Eleven \u2013 Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle. &nbsp; The Stand-Up Act &nbsp; Everyone was happy, I could see. Everyone, that is, except me. I was on a roll, out to troll the good folk of&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1430,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,2114,1136,441,5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-115132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-announcement","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115132","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1430"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=115132"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115132\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":124318,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/115132\/revisions\/124318"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=115132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=115132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=115132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}