A World Without Banter

A world without banter, Would be sad one to encounter, With spades called by their proper name, Sitting in an Isle of shame, While the holier than thou, Tell us banter between friends is not cool now. I feel for those who have never engaged in a little friendly banter, As experience tells me it is hard to find friends that matter, Without a little banter, Those who call a spade a spade, Would be greatly dismayed, To be labelled , And libelled, When banter is taken out of context, And asking what is next, For those who can read context, Better than most read text. Those who think banter has run its time, And those who practice it have had their time, Should ask themselves, whether a meaningless platitude, Or some banter from a true friend will be cause for more gratitude, When one is suffering a heartfelt loss, And no longer give a toss. I have recently been watching re-runs of Murphy Brown, And her portrayal of someone who refuses to let breast cancer keep them down, With bouts of friendly banter, Hogging the chatter Between friends, Who were fresh out of platitudes. We should be grateful that some have that attitude, And still see a place for banter, In a world where few call a spade a spade, And calls are out of context, About Friendships that are complex, Yet are a joy to behold, For those who can put judgement on hold.