I'd lost my sense of humour
Become a po-faced bloke
Since irony deserted me
I never got the joke
I came to feel left out when
Friends shared comic wit
I never saw the funny side
I just looked bored by it
I started searching desperately
For something I could take
I spoke to Marie Antoinette
But she only offered cake
My doctor gave me happy pills
To try to help me cope
But I cured myself by smoking
Praise be to god Bob Hope
Ha-Ha-Ha!
Thanks so much elP, yes I remember Shari Lewis and Lambchop. Her remark is a good, insightful one. So pleased to read that you have such fond memories of Bob Hope.
Paul
Thanks M.C., for your wise words and for being a fellow fan of the genius Bob Hope! I do hope he'll excuse me for using the cockney rhyming slang of his name in this piece for comedic purposes!
Paul
If you lack that zest for life you can't
Replace it with a potted plant!
But laughing at life helps you cope
And I say thank goodness for Bob Hope.
(the original from Eltham!)
Thanks Jeff..as Smashey (or Nicey) once said, "er...wise words mate.." ?
Thanks again Laura ?
Yes, you can ?
& a more natural remedy can't be found! Jeff.....
Thanks Laura, so glad you liked this piece, my heads full of Liverpool poets at the moment and I think that's what led me to write this.
BTW, I also toyed with the idea of introducing another friend, the party animal Mary Jane. But you can go too far and over-egg the pudding can't you? ....?
Paul
Amen to that ?
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Paul Waring
Wed 15th Feb 2017 23:03
Thanks Frances, glad this made you laugh!