Wit and Humor workshop 1/17/2026

              Exquisite Corpse Poem

Sequential writing by participants in the January 17, 2026
Vital Cycles Poetry Writing Studio, under the leadership
of Poet Laureate Emeritus Ricardo Means

She came holding blue
and thought that she knew
—so far from true—
keep on looking. It is there,
  truth, that is:

Looking long at lengths of lubricated lines,
there’s no sense in the slip, the slip, the slip,
negligent negligée niggling wiggle.
She ignored the wind blowing
through the bedroom curtains
and laughed and laughed and laughed.

What was so funny?
Her sock had images of watermelons and ladybugs
that shower the world with their love.

Using a sea sponge with orange water,
she bathed in the sun brazenly.
(Cracked open, I can fly now!
Better dead than Red??

Better alive!)
Then they smiled.

And well, it was loving and all worthwhile—
an activity of surging discovery!