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.