Laughter
LAUGHTER
I laugh at the strangest things
Like the way an old clock doesn’t tick tock
But on the hour it shivers to life and slowly it groans and dings
No dong, just ding,
It is the strangest thing.
It sat there on my grandma’s wall
In a wooden box, slim and tall
Waiting for the wind- up that never came
So it played its own strange little game
When she least expected it, it would make its shiver
And she looked at me with a knowing quiver
As it began to slowly groan and ding
No dong, just ding,
And we would laugh at this, the strangest thing.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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