This Happy, Happy Day

Serenely independent  of ineptitude in life

Unclamoured by resentment’s inconvenience and strife,

When borne upon a wave of incredible blue sea

To leave a beaming smile on this old, wrinkled face of me.

 

Gleefully convulsing at a funny story told

When the teller roared with laughter and crossed her legs to hold,

And the day began with sunshine and a twinkle in the eye

And progressed to such hilarity as to make a grown man cry.

 

And once you’ve got the giggles, they’re impossible to lose

Despite the glass of water or the remedy you choose.

The tickle of the moment will make you catch your breath

And you’ll erupt in gales of laughter and quite pee yourself bereft!

 

Oh the joy to have a  wet spot on a sunny afternoon

When the pheromones are coursing and the day is for the loons

When the aching in your belly joins the weakness in the knees

And reminds you of the magic found in laughter, if you please.

 

Marshalg

Tickled pink in the sunshine

23 November 2011