If you can't laugh at yourself, you can't laugh.
A day late and a post short for this flash.
I don't know why I chose poetry or free-form verse.
I guess I was thinking it would keep me terse.
Two kids, a husband, a dog, a bunny who hops
When it comes to laughter this is a hot spot.
Deep in from the belly or a sarcastic ha ha,
Biting tongue or a spastic guffaw,
We carry all varieties of laugh in this abode,
Which takes the edge off finding toys in the commode.
It's such a simple pleasure but sometimes hard to learn.
Take joy in the little things and watch the season turn.
There is no crisis that humor can not tend,
There is no pain that laughter can not mend.
If you can not laugh at yourself, you've probably never tried
But it's more fulfilling than being beat down and snide.
So go and take a look in the mirror
See what tickles you there.
Or maybe it's a memory of falling out a chair.
Laughter softens the edges of the sharpness of life.
Some days I can't stop laughing because someone calls me -- wife.