Samuel B.

Mind-Boggling asked, “Where do words live when they are not being said?
They seem to stay inside the head.”

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“Hey! How do words communicate?” prompted Telegraph.
“With dashes and dots!” he said. He got one laugh.

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“You’re not funny,” snapped Sarcasm, feeling particularly dry. 
“Stop planting negativity,” retorted the word Rye.”
Self-Aware shouted “This was to be a poem, not stand-up comedy!”
Irony whispered to Obliviousness, “Both were done quite wonderfully.”