Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
I care for the limerick not at all
be it smart and witty or be it small
most are a bit mad
some are mostly bad
I confess I don't read that dastardly scrawl!
We look at life as a routine clown show,
Slipping on banana peels that we throw;
Clothing in mismatched socks of hope and sin,
Mirror laughs back with toothpaste on the chin.
We discover that joke requires balance,
Fixing the glaring lamp of limit's glance;
In slippers, we walk the tightrope to sink,
Accepting discord of life with a wink.
We watch humor's wonder in the mundane,
Finding pleasure in the cake’s crashing main;
Light slipping through the blinds as a joke's face
Affirms how humor creeps into dull days.
Life uses the silly to frame the truth,
The absurd softens the bite of a tooth.
“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur.
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!
April 17—Prove something
God’s Demented Sense of Humor
I sometimes think
That God if he/she/it exists
And created the Universe
Must have a demented
Sense of humor.
For how else you can explain
Why he created a parasite
That hides in your system
Totally inert but if you take
Steroids for any reason.
Blows up like a basketball
Bursting out and killing you,
In thirty minutes.
Leaving the doctors
Wondering WTF
Just happened.
Recording your death
As a medical mystery.
As very few doctors
Have ever encountered
Or heard about
This weird parasite.
Two wild active Halloween spirits are spookier than most.
Sally senses them in the attic with her usual ghost.
I saw two of them but kept quiet, for I do not like to boast.
They wander in and out of my annual October wienie roast.
Tell me their names then challenges my weird cousin Kevin.
The ghosts laugh. One tells me “say I am Six and he is Seven.”
Six’s sense of humor makes me happy and I smile and sing.
They are friends of mine. It is all you need to know, ding-a-ling.
Above her pretty head, swirled this dread rumor
She'd absolutely no sense of humor ~
Why? No one understood
She found jokes dull as wood ~
Seems her dad was this corny old boomer
A fraction of my sense of humor
retains and loves full blown sarcasm mode.
I have to watch it at work.
I deal with children.
They are experts at it.
At home my husband catches my barbs in his glove
Winging them past outfield to hit the fence
So we can remain in love.
A rare gift
That gets one through
The most rugged
of life's terrains.
A medicine
For the soul
Worth more than
the most expensive gem;
More valuable than
Material things.
Oftentimes
used to cushion
to soften
emotional blows.
a wondrous gift
that engenders
Laughter
and makes all
that is wrong
with this world
right again.
It reminds us
Not to take ourselves
Or life seriously; this rare gift,
A sense of humor
Date written: 09/26/2021
It’s amazing how a sense of humor, can change the intake filter and quash a rumor. Lightness with brevity that comes with a spontaneous smiles,Can change the attitude of Chi town, LA, or even New York City. Life wears you down and forces your access to humor deeper within. The key is to keep playing at any age, you don’t have to be a Sage. If down fly a kite, shoot some hoops. The same wind that takes the kite aloft, can help with constipation, regular poops. Regular bowel movements not only clear internal passageways, but take away the heaviness, so feel lighter to play. Then if single you may feel like another chance at someone you dated, free of the residue, wrinkles, and poll lips you hated. So the bodies rhythm can’t be out of whack, if you want to make time with Jill or Jack.
ooh! wee!
I've gotsta gets
up and pee
it is the late night's
wee, wee!
i gotsta go and pee-e
can't hold it in
it about to
blow in thee wind
can't hold it back
its about to be
a late night
warm water attack
so grab it
by the swizzle stick
now home it up
and hold it in
till you reach
the late night
watering bin
your inner teeny, weeny
is calling out
to your
inner walls
can fight it
so, off you run
run Forrest run
can't let it out
can't give up
it about
to spray
allover the walls
with your eye
half way shout
your running
like a slow
moving
Three-Toed Sloth
lost in the dark
but you can't
stop now
no! don't give up
emiction is just
a step away
and now weeing
is a look of
satisfaction on your face
aka: lyricvixen
Friday, January 3, 2020
Does God Have A Sense Of Humor?
By: Miracle Man
(New Years Eve 2019)
On the evening preceding this New Years Day,
Two decades have passed since fearing Y-2K.
Renewed thoughts in most minds continue churning,
As we relive a time that was most concerning.
Some hoarded items seeing us nearing the end,
Many predicted a calamity that this would portend.
Seer’s predicted change would be upon us aplenty,
Yet I sit here on this eve, facing twenty-twenty.
As God looked down, I’m sure HE was smiling,
HE took an ordinary time and made it beguiling.
leading up to that day we were held in suspense,
While God had a little laugh at HIS creations expense.
Be
Able
To laugh at
Absurdities
Of life. Never take yourself seriously
Date written and posted: 06/27/2018
sense of humor
never able to
show you that
funny aspect
of my personality
never was able to
revel to you my
hidden fun side
something always
held my true personality
back from making an
appearance around you
why i just can't put my finger on it
can't figure it out still
maybe it's because of the
uneasy i feel around you
that is the only logical reasoning
for this negative phenomenon
feeling holy every time i sit on the ring of the toilet
labeled church for every one to see
my soul is less than clean as I lower the lid
to read the brand of the unit
porker I flush.
and if in a hurry Tito will do the job
as american standard is occupied.
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