A bit of humour in what I write
I reckoned would be just (and) right
But how was I to know I’d get into spots tight
a lot oftener than I thought I might?
No longer airy about penning verse light,
I tread that road wary and contrite.
I want to create something funny and bright,
Nothing that puts a fright or throws a blight!
But, every time I set to work, I turn quite distrait
Laughing is easier than making others laugh, I own straight!
My brain almost cracks under the strain every night,
Never mind, for a word to make you smile, be it ever so slight,
A pretty goal to keep in sight,
And I pursue it with (a pale) delight!