Misery thrives in ev’ry clime,
Though we try not to feed it;
We can’t say just what humor is,
We only know
We need it
“Humor can be dissected, as a frog can, but the thing dies in the process and the innards are discouraging to any but the pure scientific mind.” – E.B.White – A Subtreasury of American Humor (1941).
(… a Daily Prompt prompted post …)
Nicely done. I’ve always enjoyed poetry with such rhythm and rhyme.
Thank you.