Manufacturing a sense of humour

My friend was a serious studious thing,

who had no sense of humour,

and one day, i got fed up,

and told her she was too serious, NO RUMOUR.

"How could it be, you never laugh, giggle or smile,

'cause when you do, it's nice to see your white teeth in single file."

She said I was crazy,

and then it hit me,

but I'm a crazy person, you see,

so I would say it really bit me.

I went home from school that day,

with plans in my head,

and at 10 o' clock after dinner,

i didn't go to bed.

I sat up all night, getting ready for the making,

and then i began plumbing and stitching and testing.

By morning it was complete,

my "sense of humour" was ready, NEAT!

I quickly left for school after that,

and waited for that thing,

wouldn't she be shocked i thought,

when she sees this stuff made for laughing!

She finally arrived, and waved hello,

while chewing a piece of gum,

and when i said i had something to make her laugh,

she said "don't be DUMB."

I got really angry and

shoved the humour down her throat,

and then to my greatest horror,

her face began to bloat.

I said "Open your mouth STUPID!

Let out the air!!!"

and when she did......she started laughing like a BEAR!

"YES!" I yelled, "it WORKED! I'm a genius FOREVER!"

and that my dear reader,

is manufacturing a sense of humour.

My world

When I think of words,

I sit down and wonder,

and imagine if the world

was a complete blunder.

If mobile phones could move about,

and time could fly,

If hot dogs were what they literally mean,

nothing would sell, no one would buy.

If you could give a healthy man,

a taste of his own medicine,

he would fall dreadfully ill,

and would need a prick from a pin!

If somebody told me they wanted an ear of corn,

I would be really surprised,

and if someone asked me to lend them my thinking cap,

I most certainly would oblige.

If kidnap meant making a child sleep,

and an innocent man made the alarm beep,

and "Nothing" was the name of somebody's sheep,

well....that's my world.