Why Am I So Funny?

When people laugh after I say something funny, I wonder, “What if I could do that for money?” When I walk out my door and I see it’s not sunny, I wonder, “Why does the cold always make my nose runny?” The cold seeps through my clothes From my fingers to my toes, And I think back to times when I had a good laugh, Of all the times, thanks to me, possible were half. I think of the times when I made a good joke, People laughed so hard, it made them choke! When I hang out with my friends, My great jokes never offend. Joke after joke, it starts to become sunny, And I begin to wonder, “Why am I so funny?”