Greeting card companies have nearly cornered the market on humorous verse, such as it is.  Then there's the funny poems that get read at retirement parties.  You know the deal.

It's a shame.  We need more funny literature.  We need more funny anything these days, it seems.

The first poem I ever published appeared in a good journal, Birmingham Poetry Review, and was an attempt at a genre I like, funny poetry that actually is real poetry. 

It's a problematic area of poetry.  Rarely, in my experience, does it produce knee-slapping, side-hurting, laugh-out-loud reactions. We're all above that, aren't we?  No, a humorous poem usually provokes a kind of quiet smile of appreciation, maybe with a little "hm!"

Thanks to all who contributed to this issue and for crossing the picket line, you scabs.

Dale

P.S.  That first poem of mine, I mentioned:

Death and Dying at Chick-Fil-A

At the fast food counter, face-to-face: 
Mine middle-aged, hers impossibly young.
"Are you a member of our Breakfast Biscuit Club?"
"Well," I say, "if I am, I've missed some meetings."

Heh heh heh 

"See," she says, "it's not a real club,
it's like a commercial or something."

Wonderful hair.
Perfect mouth.
Lovely eyes blink twice.