Hilarity

Sleep tight kiddies, no sight of night terrors,

Just merry things like terriers, or the comedy of errors.

No comedy of Aries, that prize goes to Sagittarius,

You think that thought's precarious? Well frankly that's hilarious!

Like clowns with balloon animals, or your buffoon family.

Which matter-of-factually, caused my sides to split apparently.

But enough of my anatomy or how I act mechanically,

Let's focus on the mathematical slice of this hilarity.

 

I miraculously feel that I'm gifted with the accuracy,

To factually predict what lines gain humour magically.

But actually, that might just be a falsification.

I say some crazy stuff when I'm off my medication!

 

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CRAZY

Is how I'm feeling, but I don't-

Really understand, what phrase is counted as a joke.

CRAZY

That no-one will just let me know.

Is this a good pun? I need just a simple yes or no.

 

Allow me to demonstrate, a joke any folk can create:

'Sorry Boss, I came in late, a ate a potato rated eight!'

That wasn't funny, No build-up and no substance, mate.

And therefore, the assumed fate, not many giggles generate.

Or assume a scene in a kitchen,

Cutting carrots, finger itching.

You seem to dream to the point of screaming,

Because you find a finger missing.

You will definitely need some stitches,

You admit, with your hand twitching.

This dark humour, though, just gives you snickering and bitching.

 

I hope you gain something from this cheery experience.

That I'm nearly off the edge and my mind needs some clearance.

But to be serious, the art of the 'one pure joke'

Is just tons of unknown, so leave the science alone.

 

(Chorus)

CRAZY

Is how I'm feeling, but I don't-

Really understand, what phrase is counted as a joke.

CRAZY

That no-one will just let me know.

Is this a good pun? I need just a simple yes or no.