Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Poetic Blooming laughing, Poetic Asides Cyhydedd


What Makes Me Laugh

What makes me laugh? I have to think.
Sometimes it’s something out of sync.
Or like an imp, sneaks up on you,
surprise will make me laugh on cue.         
A funny thought a twist of words,
I like to laugh at the absurd.
Or slap stick act in unplanned way,
a fall, a trip—awkward ballet.
Sometimes I giggle all alone
and friends all wonder what I’ve done.
At times when all things go awry
I find the funny, so I won’t cry.

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