Matt Encore of Laughs

Oh, here comes Matt, with a smile so bright You'd think he's a star that's taken human flight With puns so sharp, they cut through the night A swoosh of his joke, and the crowd's delight He's our pun man, standing so grand A flick of his wrist, oh how the laughter expands Listen close now, Matt's got more in store Juggling words in the joke emporium tour Audiences wait, for the pun-king's encore A waggle of his brow, and they're rolling on the floor Oh Matt, the pun artist, the crowd's in your hand With wordplay your canvas, and wit on demand With a bow and a grin, he takes his acclaim Encore he gives, as they chant his name One last pun, he spins like a lore A masterpiece joke leaves them begging for more He's the pun sorcerer, we're under his spell With each clever twist, he rings laughter's bell