Writing Jokes

From among all the different genres, I feel writing jokes is the hardest. It requires a lot more than just a way with words. It needs a good sense of humor, logical and lateral thinking skills, sensitivity, and a good knowledge of the field that is to be made humorous. The writing style should also be unique, because if you “tread the path already taken”, then you can’t really make people laugh. The construction of the sentences should also be such that it sparks the curiosity of the reader, as the more involved the reader is with the joke, the more likely he/she is to laugh. The most important thing is that the writer should be able to recognize the thin line that separates a joke from an insult.  The slightest goof and the joke is no more a joke. So the best jokes are the ones written by writers who have a good combination of all these qualities.

Now that we have talked about writing jokes, here are a few jokes – related to writing and writers, of course. 🙂

 

* There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer. When asked to define great, he said, “I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!”

He now works for Microsoft writing error messages.

 

* A hungry lion was roaming through the jungle looking for something to eat. He came across two men. One was sitting under a tree reading a book; the other was typing away on his typewriter. The lion quickly pounced on the man reading the book and devoured him. Even the king of the jungle knows that readers digest and writers cramp.

 

* A screenwriter comes home to a burned down house. His sobbing and slightly-singed wife is standing outside. “What happened, honey?” the man asks.
“Oh, John, it was terrible,” she weeps. “I was cooking, the phone rang. It was your agent. Because I was on the phone, I didn’t notice the stove was on fire. It went up in second. Everything is gone. I nearly didn’t make it out of the house. Poor Fluffy is…”
“Wait, wait. Back up a minute,” The man says. “My agent called?”

 

* A writer died and was given the option of going to heaven or hell. She decided to check out each place first. As the writer descended into the fiery pits, she saw row upon row of writers chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they were repeatedly whipped with thorny lashes.

“Oh my,” said the writer. “Let me see heaven now.”

A few moments later, as she ascended into heaven, she saw rows of writers, chained to their desks in a steaming sweatshop. As they worked, they, too, were whipped with thorny lashes.

“Wait a minute,” said the writer. “This is just as bad as hell!”

“Oh no, it’s not,” replied an unseen voice. “Here, your work gets published.”

 

 And my favorite:

 

* Ode to the Spell Check

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It cam with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.
As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rare lea ever wrong.
Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect awl the weigh
My chequer tolled me sew!

 

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