Poetry jokes

These have been going 'round the poetry blogosphere a bit, but I had to share a few here.  Click for more!

Arthur Rimbaud and Thomas Chatterton walk into a bar. They are carded.
 
Sylvia Plath walks into a bar. The bartender says,”What’s cookin’, good lookin’”?

Gertrude Stein walks into a bar, thinking it was a bar. But it was a bar.


John Ashbery walks into a bar. The bartender says: “What’ll you have?” Ashbery says: “Some drinks.”

William Carlos Williams and T.S. Eliot walk into a bar. Williams says: “I’ll have a Red Wheelbarrow!” Eliot says: “Jew!”


James Wright walks into a bar. Suddenly, he gets gin blossoms.

Frank O’Hara walks into a bar at 6:27, three day after Columbus Day. (Fifteen years later, Ted Berrigan walks into the same bar, on the same day, at the same time. He orders a Pepsi.)