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.