Contest: A good sense of humour blunts the sharp blades of reality
Sponsor: Natasha L Scragg
Humour is not always fun Sometimes it’s out of place But when it strikes it could just put A smile upon your face. While walking barefoot on the sand And contemplating woe, The muse of humour happened by And this I did compose: I am a small and tiny toe And of the colour pink I complement my foot so well - Just love to walk in sync. I am a large and funny bone I do my best to charm And with my bendy sense of fun My humour can disarm. I am a nose, a nosy thing I lead us here and there Smelling smoke from far-off fires Just watch my nostrils flare. Three verses will suffice for now My muse she has grown tired I've run out of all body parts That seem to be inspired. Have I gained from making up Some humour in this way? I have not thought of woe at all, That’s all that I can say.
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