in short

she found nothing
funny.
not a single laugh eeked
from her
mouth,
tight lipped
and scrunched as if a lemon
had just
been sucked dry
of all it's bitter
juices.
you used your best material
on her.
your imagination ran
wild with
new hilarious
observations. still nothing.
she might
give in a little and say,
quietly.
that's funny, but never
a laugh, never
a tear running down her
face with surprise,
never bending over and telling
you to stop. you're killing me.
the sex was bad too.