Merriment

An old woman in a wig
And a mule eating a fig
Caterpillar on a twig shouldn't flitter
Fella hanging from a clock
Someone falling from a dock
Little ripple showing stock and then we titter
Chubby kid upon a trike
Opened up the dyke
She nearly lost her water
Heals a haggard soul
Reflex to cajole
Bust your ass to soothe his cancer
Then the tragedy within
Gets the audience to grin
So you stop to start again but it's ending
Shooting one's self in the foot
Catch one's self with a fishing hook
Elementary textbook comic devices
For the common good
Take a little nug
Who's to say we should or should not giggle
Bless the idiot
That makes us split a gut
Roses for the butt of our merriment