© 1968, 2016
I lift my long and leaden limb.
THIS, I say, I'll give to him.
And so, without a moment's warning
(It's the same at night or morning),
If we don’t laugh (until we choke)
Because he told a bad, lame joke,
For all his efforts, he'll only get
A broken breeze for his weak wit!
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