Oh no. No. No. No. This is dangerous ground. Asking an almost fifty year old dad who already thinks he’s pretty clever to be witty is asking for trouble. It’s also terrifying. Saying your going to write something witty is totally setting oneself up for failure. It raises expectations when wit, at least my attempts at it, comes from an element of surprise (to both the audience and myself, usually). I’m gonna have to stew on this one a bit.
To Wit or Not to Wit?
To wit or not to wit? A Shakespearean-like question that calls upon me ironically. For if I were to wit declaratively I’d fail like a miserable twit most certainly. Not witty you’d say (quite correctly). Yet if I refuse to wit, I’d be a true twit most honestly. Not witty you’d say (again correctly). So twit if I do and twit if I don’t. There is no witty answer to this question.
Is there a literary device that describes what a writer does when he thinks he is too clever? If not, there should be (perhaps it could even be named after me?).
Oh Monty! You are witty and clever too! And I thought you were going to tell a “dad” joke!
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Hahaha. Thank you so much!