Know When You Laugh

'Know when you laugh with all your might Till people start asking if you're alright Your ribs aching, your stomach sore Your breath something you' re fighting for Then a click of the latch opens a door Where stroller and president roll round on the floor Flirting shamelessly with paradox and irony Cells bursting to hold what must be set free The message bassooned by these amused revelers Mocking is one of the great levelers Also mimicry is a brilliant art First-prize though goes to humour of the heart The stuff with the finger pointing guilty And the choice to laugh in lieu of therapy SP