Zing Is the Thing - a Homily

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder, But Whiskey makes you frisky. Clerihews and epigrams are fine but Do not tell these to one lost in love Except when you mean to cheer up one Fevered with temporary amourous setbacks. Gift them the gift prized by one and all Humour - evoking laughter or perhaps a smile Inviting a participation in the balm laced with Jokes, both ribald and a bit of the plain Killing the gloom of mindless regret and remorse. Laughter is the best medicine, they say, Mightily potent to dissipate every whiff of gloom Nostrum for broken hearts and the flings and arrows of life. Ophidian ilk are friends that are wry, shirking a shoulder Pretending with masks to smile away misfortune yet Questing to wring out sweet savor from other's calamity. Roar unto the wind a bit louder than the storm Spoiling what they seek with your tuppence attitude. Take what is yours, let no one deny you your share Under any circumstance do not relent for what is your due. Verity is a virtue that'll stand in good stead, Warmth towards your fellows won't ever waste. X-factor's something natural not something you fake, Yearning for glory like a harlot who'll sell. Zing is the thing with this homily, my friend. ~27 May 2016~