Who Took My Humour?

I've lost my sense of humour Can't think when I had it last I know it was there When I cut my own hair But that was three weeks past I'm wondering where I've left it I'm thinking where could it be I had it in town When I squeezed in that gown I was sure a 12 would fit me You know I've just had a thought My daughter was giggling last night A sight rarely seen From my cross, crabby teen Perhaps she took it in spite Has she taken my sense of humour Along with everything I own Not content with just money She wanted my funny And has left me with her moan and groan Will I live like this forever. No smiles, just narks and niggles Maybe its worth All the humour on earth To see her in fits of the giggles Okay girl, you can keep it But remember if I'm on your case When my humour is flowing I'm more easy going And less likely to be in your face On second thoughts, just keep some Throw humour into the pot I know a teen is moody and mean But why not give laughing a shot