Echoes of laughter bounce
off the walls of an unseen
comedy club on the moon.
Did you hear? They say it’s a
“pun-ishing” place for comedians.
Today, a solitary
light bulb flickers, questioning
its very rights under the
Geneva Convention of Illumination.
"Am I simply a prop?" it muses.
In this desolate space, we ask:
"What do ghosts do when they run
out of jokes?" Probably haunt
the punchlines, unfinished and
bewildered, like an audience
staring blankly from beyond.
Need more absurdity? Echoes of a Silent Fable
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