Which type of joke have you heard most often—a “blond” joke or a “walks into a bar” joke?
Below are some clever “walks into a bar” jokes that are also
useful examples of terms used to describe features of the English language. I would credit the writer if I knew who it was.
After joke #10 is a poem I wrote about being in a bar. Those of you who are familiar with my writing will say—What? This isn’t the kind of poem she usually writes. That is true, but I had a lot of fun writing it. 😊
- An Oxford comma walks into a bar where it spends the evening watching TV, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
- A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
- A synonym strolls into a tavern.
- A cliché walks into a bar—fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, sharp as a tack.
- A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
Feed the
Head
I
walked into a bar with my head under my arm.
No
blood—
just
a flat manikin neck
between
my shoulders.
I
sat my curly noggin on the stool next to me
‘I
can’t see the TV,’ it whined,
mumbling
something under its breath
about
the evening news.
‘Margarita,
no salt,’ my head told the bartender.
The
pale green liquid arrived with a long straw,
and
my mouth wolfed it down
like
a parched camel.
The
tavern teemed with zodiac animals.
A
Taurus poked my cheek to see if I was real;
fell
back with a shriek
when
I rolled my eyes.
‘You
gotta see this,’ Taurus said to Scorpio.
Aries
sampled my salt lick neck;
got
a taste of my fists
though
my aim suffered some.
By
our third margarita
my head was showing off,
harmonizing
with Prince, Cher, Willie
and
doing Sylvester Stallone impressions.
‘What
does your other half do?’ asked Leo.
‘He’s
my body guard,’ answered my head.
It was my turn in the spotlight
so I flexed my biceps, did some squats.
The
happy hour circus muscled closer.
When
Pisces began gasping for air
I
paid the bartender
picked
up my head and left.
‘We’re
not done here, are we?’
my
mouth whispered to my armpit.
‘Only
the worm in the tequila knows
how
to survive in this land of lunacy.’
Ginger Dehlinger
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