I wrote this poem in the first year of uni, when I was desperately trying to reshape the assignment theme ‘generations’ to fit what I wanted to write about: comedy. So, clearly my best work.
Well they called it variety
And what’s that supposed to mean?
Well, it wasn’t very varied, was it?
Not in the slightest! It was all-
All male, all white
Weren’t they funny?
Well, it depended on who you were
And who are we?
The straight man.
The straight man?
We’re the ones who set them up.