Sense Of Humour

A man laughs when a tad far too aloud, Well ahead of the approaching punch line, The joke's when still misty behind a cloud, His sense of humour's shorn of any shine. And if the laugh should struggle to be out Minutes and miles past belaboured punch line, And too late when the joke is not in doubt, The sense of humour's obtuse, asinine. But subtle when starts a smile, if not laugh, That clearly pre-spots the potent punch line, The joke's when on its journey barely half, The sense of humour's doing more than fine. But that sense of humour oh what to call, That laughs— the joke hardly at door at all. _________________________________________________ Sonnets | 05.06.04 |