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Tide of Laughter



Tide of Laughter

I used to roll with laughter most every day or so.
My parties were all riotous. No one would ever go
back home again till two or three or four or five or six.
And some would stay for breakfast, prerhaps hoping that I ‘d fix
my special chocolate waffles or orange berry strudels
or curried eggs or cheesy pie or strata made with noodles.
We’d story-tell and play charades and I admit, we’d drink
and stage our paper yacht races within the kitchen sink.
The guests might come in costume and some might bring a friend
for I had grown notorious for parties with no end.
When I was a teacher, I’d invite the whole darn staff.
Away from school, our hearts were gay. We dearly loved to laugh!
But this was years ago, my friend. Our hearts were young and gay.
Now that we’ve lived past sixty, we live a shorter day.
When I have my friends over to play a game or dine,
some find the spices don’t agree and others shun the wine.
Some have little dogs at home they have to feed by five.
Others have eye problems and find they cannot drive
after dark at all and so they have to leave by seven.
I guess our laughter’s done on earth. Perhaps we’ll laugh in heaven.


If you were around four years ago, you might have already read this. It is hyperbole.  Don’t worry, there is still laughter in my life.  It just tends to be a bit subtler these days. The prompt today is laughter.

Lesson from the Garden of Eden––WP Daily Prompt/Writers Quote Wednesday Writing Challenge

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Lesson from the Garden of Eden

When Adam tripped on Eden’s portal,
Eve could not resist a chortle.
She found she loved this new sensation––
her first encounter with jubilation.

Day by day, she watched him jiggle.
Without clothes, he made her sniggle.
Meanwhile, he admired her wiggle
and secretly, he learned to giggle.

Day in, day out, behind their knuckles
they resorted to these chuckles
privately, not knowing the other
also had tee-hees to smother.

Where things before had made her bitter,
now they simply made Eve titter.
And when occasionally they bickered,
instead of shouting, Adam snickered.

Thus did laughter come to save
these first children of the cave,
and when they became ma and pa,
they taught their children to guffaw.

Then each succeeding generation
increased their sense of jubilation––
enjoying each others’ flubs and gaffes
with chuckles, chortles and belly laughs!

As friends and family still use humor
to solve discord and dispel rumor,
would that nations forever after
Replaced their guns and missiles with laughter.



No News Like Really New

The Prompt: Roaring Laughter––What was the last thing that gave you a real, authentic, tearful, hearty belly laugh? Why was it so funny?

No News Like Really New

“We publish a new one each morning,” The Daily Prompt’s seen to declare,
speaking of topics they put on their page for all of their writers to share.
The prompt for this morning is “laughter” and the task will be simple for me,
for I’ve written to this prompt at least once before and it’s still here to easily see.

Yet still I write on for I cannot resist writing just one more poem on this topic
wherein I point out what you might only miss if your problem is that you’re myopic.
It’s true that they publish these prompts every day, & it’s true that it’s done in the morn;
but the rest makes us chortle and say to ourselves that the topic today’s slightly worn.

In two thousand fourteen on the seventh of July, I wrote on this topic before,
and if you count up from the bottom, my response is in row number four.
I think in this previous entry, I wrote about fun in the past
as though such riotous laughter was something not likely to last.

But now I recant and admit I was wrong. That poem I’m going to dis,
When I saw that they say that each prompt will be “new,” I burst a gut laughing at this!
WordPress we really do love you, and it’s true that your site’s working well,
but when you stop using the same worn out prompts is when you will truly excel.