The Pun-demic: Life in a World of Dad Jokes

In a realm where puns reign supreme,
I’m trapped in a wordplay-filled dream.
Every sentence a groan-worthy jest,
This dad joke world puts me to the test.

I try to ask for some bread at the store,
The baker quips, “Dough you want some more?”
I sigh and nod, my patience wearing thin,
He adds, “I knead to know, or I can’t begin!”

At work, I attempt to give a report,
But my boss interrupts with a snort:
“How do you make a tissue dance?
Put a little boogie in it!” He grants.

Even in crisis, the jokes don’t cease,
I call for help, begging for release.
The operator chirps, “What’s up, dock?
Carrot you glad I answered your talk?”

Love is hard when flirting’s a pun,
“Are you a parking ticket? ’Cause you’re fine!”
Is the best line anyone’s ever spun,
Romance dies with each cheesy line.

I scream in frustration, pull out my hair,
But wait — an idea forms, oh so rare!
If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, they say,
So I’ll fight fire with fire, come what may.

“Why can’t I escape?” I ask with a grin,
“Because this world’s punstoppable, it’s a win!”
The groaners around me pause in shock,
Then burst into laughter, my wit they rock.

So here I remain, in this pun-filled place,
A master of dad jokes, with a straight face.
Though part of me longs for talk that’s plain,
I’ve learned to find joy in this witty domain.

Remember, dear friends, when life’s no fun,
You can always count on a terrible pun!