To Laughter

I have an idea for some verse, But cannot get it down With rhythmic phrases, just so terse- This causes me to frown; There are two subjects, worlds apart, 'Tis they I wish to join, But I can't figure how to start Or the phrases I must coin. For, I went into the family wood To find my sittin' log, Repose I sought and (if I could) My mind's caverns unfog. The forest was freshed from an April shower And lo, between bald, barren beeches, I stooped to pluck a stem with flower: The white and yellow Dutchman's Breeches And thought back through the past To the first time I had ever seen Said flower, they were broadcast And on a plasa screen, While I was in the Netherlands, In the 420 Cafe, Often a smile Irony sends And so she did today: Of all the things I could have seen In dear old Amsterdam... Dutchman's Breeches on Dutch TV, While I smoked a dutchman's gram?!?! I laughed and thought so many things (None of which I wish to share); To laughter, may he reign and ring In times of worry or dearth of care!