been there man, and it ain't pretty!
Comedy Goes Wrong
falters, his mike hits the floor.
Half of the patrons make tracks for the door.
He has no back-up-plan; can't think of a thing.
He has no guitar, and can't really sing.
He started so well, until it ran dry.
He's getting so desperate, he might even cry.
He crosses his eyes, retreating to schlock,
A very sad case of "comedy block".
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