I rarely laugh out loud.
It is almost unknown for me to laugh out loud when I’m on my own.
I tend to meet humour with an inward chuckle or a wry smile. A belly laugh is about as rare as a smile on Putin’s face.
I had a great laugh yesterday. As usual [for me] it wasn’t something that was intended to be funny but was so far off the wall that it was hilarious. I refer of course to Bono’s “poem”.
I don’t know whether you have come across this masterful piece of penmanship but in case you haven’t –
Oh saint Patrick he drove out the snakes
With his prayers but that’s not all it takes
For the snake symbolises
An evil that rises
And hides in your heart
As it breaks
And the evil that has risen my friends
From the darkness that lives in some men
But in sorrow and fear
That’s when saints can appear
To drive out those old snakes once again
And they struggle for us to be free
From the psycho in our human family
Ireland’s sorrow and pain
Is now the Ukraine
And saint Patrick’s name now Zelenskyy
The full story behind this masterful example of doggerel can be found over at the Daily Mail, complete with hilarious comments. Well worth a read.
For some reason it brought to mind a piece I once saw written on the wall of a gent’s toilet in the basement of a city centre Dublin pub –
Trees are made by fools like God
but only me can make a poem