For the last few months, someone in our education outreach department has been hanging reading material in the stalls in the bathroom. While I appreciate something to look at during the 9:15, the material is pretty poor. The current offering is a mixture of green living tips, problem solving exercises, and the benefits of laughter. For the latter, two poems are posted. For your enjoyment, I have posted both of them:
Laughter, by Ty Bohls
People say there is nothing funnier then laughter
You can even chuckle some long hours after
You laugh at what is sometimes seen
You laugh at things you do not mean
Yet some where in all hilarity
In amongst that crazy parody
Will Someone please tell me, I’ll give you money
What makes laughter, so darn funny!
Why, when you laugh do people laugh too?
Laugh not at things you say or things you do
Its crazy how when nothing’s funny
People laugh and clutch their too tummy
Will anybody tell me? Wouldn’t you? please, sonny
What makes laughter so gosh darn funny!
Yes, What makes laughter so gosh darn FUNNY!
Ok, I’m not even getting into the whole bad grammar and punctuation thing with this poem. Needless to say it’s found on Poemhunter.com, where one can self-publish. Please remember, poets: just because you can self-publish doesn’t mean you should!
And the next one…
Sonnet – Laughter, by Dr. John Celes
If we can laugh, our heart-aches disappear!
Our minds become freed off tensions and stress;
If we make others laugh, they lose their fear,
And become dear, starting to us caress.
Laughter is good for both the young and old;
Laughter can turn a foe into a friend;
Laughter can help forget our woes, be bold;
Laughter can bring to grief, an early end.
Laughter is life’s most precious medicine;
Laughter is soothing balm for all our ills;
Laughter is euphoric much more than wine,
Causing no harm to one or increase bills.
Then laugh and be merry whenever you can,
For, that’s the way to live life better, man.
The first thing that struck me about this poem was that I was pretty sure Shakespeare would never end a poem with “man”. And then I looked at the poor structure. And THEN, I was all worried that people were going to start molesting me if I made them giggle. Ew, ew, ew.
So, there you go. Here’s what I read when I go to the can. And they’ve been there for three months now…can we get some new poetry, please? Anything!