A Letter To A Fellow Punster

Since puns have always made me giggle
and made my lips and tummy jiggle
l want to earn some money now, you know.
Now, l do follow every rule.
Frig. stuff to me is rather "cool"
but cooking means that l'd still "kneed some dough."

To be discovered would be great.
That's one thing l would never hate
but I don't drive and can't afford a chauffeur.
Since cooking is quite hard for me
burned food is what l often see.
If I could bake some bread I'd be a "loafer."

My sister's guinea pig is sweet.
To play with him is really neet.
He's really friendly so our love, he's taken.
That small guy never did a crime
but he does "hog" up all her time.
For his food he does not "bring home the bacon."

Most of my puns make people laugh.
They're good for one smile and a half
so don't cut any of them, that's not fair.
I"ll write puns quick just like a bunny
and you will think they're rather funny.
If you cut some don't you dare "cur a hare."

I've written puns for quite a while
and it still brings to me a smile
so hopefully not one bad thing will spoil it.
I've written them for ten whole years
and each erases many sneers.
That's my aluminum so l won't "foil it."

When I hear puns I double over
and feel like calling my dog, Rover
to stop my laughing so I can move on.
He helps make sure I'm up to snuff
and that my life is much less "Ruff!"
Still I'm sad--when he goes, I'll say "Dog gone!"

Though writing poems makes me happy,
it helps my days to be more snappy,
I'm still quite boored which is an awful curse.
Since I've been doing right much sleeping
my days are all just slowly creeping
but as you see I've gone from "bed-to-verse."
(By Robert Roye)