T’is No Humour In It Poem by Suu Casey Young
T’is No Humour In It
Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts
why hast thou forsaken me?
Thou’st knoweth my servile humour
t’is ever opiate free,
yet by intellect I am denied
simple congeniality.
Per chance a soupçon of Bacchus brew
t’would encourage hilarity.
Though Morpheus hides behind Bacchus,
so slumber and dreams ensue,
Cerebral conveyer of happy thoughts,
T’is per dreams I outwit you.
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