Between the Lines

I'm often told to read between the lines,
this sadly nearly doubling the length
of that which must be read. To search for signs
among the plainly said. Lord, give me strength.

It's hard enough to get what's on plain paper.
You want me to attempt to understand
the thoughts that hide, ethereal, like vapor
between the lines, and all the while pretend

that this is the true meaning of it all?
The rest of it a feint, in camouflage?
Designed to throw you off, delight, enthrall,
and all the while beneath it a barrage

of ridicule and punning and entendre.
Oh, this is kind of funny, let me ponder.