I’ve somehow lost my funny, my giggles up and gone
the gloomy greys have got me, I am bereft, morose and moribund.
I last saw her on the weekend
when my daughters made me laugh
my nephew made me chuckle (and it wasn’t just by half).
If you see her can you tell her, I want her to come right home
not laughing isn’t funny when you hit your funny bone.
I long to do a silly snortle,
a snarky chuckle and guffaw
I want to have hysterics and laugh till my throat is raw.
So tell me something comic, or send a picture quick,
for Funny is my Doctor and I’m really feeling sick.
© ceenoa 29/4/2014