Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?
Oh where oh where
could it beeee?
Last time I saw it wandering
trying to find a big enough bin
to put my emotional baggage in
Lost among traumatic memories
It didn't enjoy my therapies
Dampened by big pharma remedies
Sedated, it traveled slowly but far
and despite its growing number of scars
Still searched for truth in the bizarre
I've been finding pieces among the trash
Funnier jokes asking to be rehashed
Of times of freedom, a big ol' stash
Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?
Oh where oh where
could it beeee?
Finally, happy to see me, we embraced all night
I laughed till I cried at it's clever insight
And now humour and I write
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?
Oh where oh where
could it beeee?
Last time I saw it wandering
trying to find a big enough bin
to put my emotional baggage in
Lost among traumatic memories
It didn't enjoy my therapies
Dampened by big pharma remedies
Sedated, it traveled slowly but far
and despite its growing number of scars
Still searched for truth in the bizarre
I've been finding pieces among the trash
Funnier jokes asking to be rehashed
Of times of freedom, a big ol' stash
Where oh where
could my little sense of humour
have gone?
Oh where oh where
could it beeee?
Finally, happy to see me, we embraced all night
I laughed till I cried at it's clever insight
And now humour and I write
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