Humour Therapy

Is there a humour therapist in the house? Sitting here, chortling, do not grouse, If you abuse crumpets, men, You undermine your own best interests, do you ken? Then you don't get crumpet, men, Or is men a rude word, You're reaping what you've earned, You want a cup of tea from me? Chortle, the magic word is please! You would not believe this ham, Feeding the world this spam, You want fresh vegetables? Frozen food, not dementiable, You can get another better than me, So, what's wrong with you, prithee, Yes, the catering staff is on a sitdown strike, You'd best find yourself a loving wife, Chortle, shut up snivelling, you grouse, Is there a humour therapist in the house?