At an unprogrammed Quaker meeting

The spirit moved someone

To remind us to find our Joy.

 

After, a friend said she would

Find joy in a nice boy toy.

Or maybe it was a toy boy.

She said one is a boy

You’d like as a toy

And the other is something

A boy would like to play with.

 

We giggled at that,

And I was reminded of a joke

About a party where everyone

Was feeling Joy

Until she got mad and left.

 

We can no longer joke

About violating Joy,

And I am not bothered,

But then I have a passing reverie,

And I imagine I married Joy.

 

We became known as

Randy and Joy,

And people made jokes like,

“When Joy feels Randy,

It brings him Joy.”

 

I sort of regret it never happened

Just for the chuckles we’d have.