Laughter Is An Aphrodisiac

Laughter is an aphrodisiac. I can no longer stand. Age has dimmed my parodies. To a light even moths ignore Churls my blood to remember How funny I once could be How I could court the attention of the stars Into acts of wanton submission Laced with lots of alcohol I could dance like Fred Astaire. Smooth talk Ginger Rogers Off the dance floor, to be fair. But rarely did it lead anywhere. Usually, I'd wind my way back home. Drunk and alone, grinning ear to ear But in the morning, I'd remember The starring role of a Hollywood actress And how I paid for her laughter, dear. I can no longer stand the jollities. Of Tinseltown, to be honest. Now I'm sober, it only makes me frown. Laughter, like anything, has to be sincere. Foolhardy laughter has had its day. I can no longer stand it's nonsense today.