Fewer adults are laughing,
It's not funny any more;
We leaned on poles to direct our titter,
Quite harmless in its day.
And Engine 9's been derailed,
We're catching tigers,
But It's still okay.
We rolled our eyes at Jewish jibes,
And salesmen in the barn;
Or the Newfie warning,
*Don't slip on the ice,
Don't ya know, bay, it's hard frozen*.
We've pulled our collective heads out,
We're sniffing old world air.
I liked the self-effacing glibs,
Affected with a brogue.
Now there's a hard line on a country bridge,
Across a brook, or penal school ditch.
It's just not funny any more.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
Fewer adults are laughing,
It's not funny any more;
We leaned on poles to direct our titter,
Quite harmless in its day.
And Engine 9's been derailed,
We're catching tigers,
But It's still okay.
We rolled our eyes at Jewish jibes,
And salesmen in the barn;
Or the Newfie warning,
*Don't slip on the ice,
Don't ya know, bay, it's hard frozen*.
We've pulled our collective heads out,
We're sniffing old world air.
I liked the self-effacing glibs,
Affected with a brogue.
Now there's a hard line on a country bridge,
Across a brook, or penal school ditch.
It's just not funny any more.
