Laughter escapes from the tightest chest.
Giggles cause the tireless to rest.

Chuckles bend a crabby face,
And smiles will thaw the coldest case.

We need to smile and laugh and grin,
For otherwise wed be as sad as sin.

Humour keeps the race alive
And prepares us for when joy takes a dive.

Our children need it more than food,
Particularly when its a trifle rude.

My sons liked the jokes with farts,
Nasal debris, and private parts.

My husband likes the sickest ones,
That make me groan, awful puns.

No matter who we are or where,
We need humour, just like air!




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