oodles of poodle puddles
we whispered together with glee
then hooted a gaggle of giggles
my very best friend and me
under the bundle of blankets
all higgledy piggledy pie
we giggledy wiggledy
my dearest love and I
over and over we repeated
our ding-dong dilly sound rhymes
we laughed so hard we choked
such willy nilly silly billy times
then we'd stop for a bit when we
had to be grown up and grave
but one would look at the other
and set off a hoot-howl wave
the more they said to grow up
and quit being childish was the worst
we try to be good but only
manage to cackle till we burst
To the intense ire of adults
whom we actually are too
we don't intend irreverence but
to stop laughing, just how do you?
we tried pulling our faces
biting cheeks does not help
covering our mouths just ended
in a loud snort-honk-yelp
we never laugh at other people
we never mock or ridicule
we've been the butt of mean jokes
that are not funny and only cruel
we laugh at innocent reminisces
the same ones through the years
they bring such joy and mirth
even sprinkled with some tears
so if you see two grown adults
wailing and clutching their side
don't judge us too harshly
our joie de vivre won't hide
I spent my whole life having
to be too serious and mature
to go back to those dark days
I could not and would not endure
The pendulum swung too far
to the bleak and gloomy side
now to find balance it must
in other direction swing wide
Maybe someday we'll quell
and discover staid sobriety
for now I'm utterly enjoying
the good health in hilarity
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