My eyes are getting heartily sick of the demands on them
And are refusing to produce
Any more tears.
My stomach
Wants a chuckle,
So come on,
Joke me up
real good,
I need a
       Hysterical
           Over the top
                Roll around
                     Chortle-fest.

I need to start laughing
Before my eyes give in,
And begin, again,
To cry.