Funny how worst times are smothered by best
How the darkest day sparkles with tittering jest,
It's  funny how sorrow is tempered by mirth
And Fatso's , inevitably, chuckle at girth?
It's a quirk of nature that all people play
To moderate downs with the ups of the day
We lighten the load with that touch of largess
And giggle at self as we scrub up the mess.
And when its all done, though we feel kinda glum,
Some wag cracks a Joke and we roar with the fun,
Roar out with laughter and side splitting girth
So this miserable day ends in sunshiny mirth!
M.
5 August 2020