It's Hard
It's hard to be good like I know I should.
Being naughty is just fun to me.
Why not laugh instead of sigh?
Life throws us knocks, it's hard to get by.
I see humour in the strangest places.
Slip on a banana? I'm in stitches.
Mundane encounters where one flounders.
Innuendos that cross boundaries.
Sexual shenanigans, stiff upper lip.
Just can't wait for them to slip.
My Dad and I share that gene.
We giggled at what seemed obscene.
Thank God I see the funny side.
What I've been through would make you cry.
Copyright © Jean Murray | Year Posted 2016
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