It never rhymes nor resonates
other than a joke
by mediocre jesters trawling for
merciful pitying laughs
for I cannot relate relive or pine
an experience
I never had  
neither
unlike pilferers and shady spivs
and those ones in rolling depravities
do I ache and hanker for what
is not mine
the joyless pained
talk of hauntings which to my mind
are ghouls ghosts monsters and witches
these things which do not scare me anymore
for if its about that one
remembrance merely make me laugh fondly
of a titchy fun rascal
who like a woolly lambkin
gambols and gadabout with a frown and a smile
and with a charmingly delightful accent
'we women know what men are like
he wants to have *** with me'
it never fails to crack me up
how can memories of innocent laughter
make me feel blue or haunt me
kapish amore.....