When you touch that funny bone, it’s wriggle squiggle giggle.
Too bad if you can’t catch a breath,
stuck with a heaving belly, crinkly tears of merriment
you’re laughing yourself to death.
Listing starboard, falling down upon the floor,
sardonic grins look pan- faced glum compared to what your face becomes.
“Oh Stop!” “Don’t you even look my way, I’ll shame my name
by spitting irreverently on the floor.
Don’t say that one word anymore. I will die laughing.
I will. I’m going to die laughing!”
I can’t catch my breath, my silliness, for sure, will be my death.
Trying to pull myself together, this is not the place for this,
I’m thinking of the lottery, shopping lists, and weather,
still tittering, sniggering cackling, oh no I’m chortling!
I’m serious now…but when I see that scene again;
the cow and how and pow…the paper’s called “The Morning Omelette?”
It just hits my funny bone. I’m one hysterical jiggle, higgle, giggle.
If you tickle me I know I’ll blow into a thousand rapid-fire chucklings.
Now, “Don’t!” “Please Stop!” A burst and squeak and here it comes again…
Helter-skelter, higgedly piggedly all the way home..I can’t stop laughing!
March 6th 2014
* Footnote: The illustration is entitled, baskakov-milkmaids-novella.jpg. I found it on the web, and it made me laugh. What is really making me laugh right now (on every single page) is Mark Helprin’s “Freddy and Fredericka” which is so funny, I can’t take it with me and read it in, let’s say, a waiting room..because I would be asked to leave (chortling as I go:)