After a few days of exhaustion, and feeling like I’m just barely pulling through with the NaPoWriMo challenges, I’m finally getting some of that mojo back! For day 8, the prompt called that we write a poem making use of some specialist jargon, and I went all out! My sardonic researcher persona came through, and she wrote the –
Worst Joke Ever
An unreliable narrator walks into a bar.
No, that’s not it, let me start again.
A colporteur walks into a bar,
and starts offering the patrons
close readings of their drinking patterns.
One patron asks her: “How much for
a poetic license instead?”
“I’m sorry, sir, I can’t offer those,
I belong to a very strict
Methodology chapter.”
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 
Probably your funniest poem yet.