Reviewing my journals, I came across an interesting entry from a few years ago. I had written a couple of stupid poems, that I thought were really funny, but when I shared them with Cathy, she was totally unimpressed.
So, I ended up writing another poem about the use of humor:
Three humors of the human heart
Humor inspired by heaven above,
Sustaining the soul
Abundant in love.
Humor devised of earthen clay,
Resulting in hollow
And shallow dismay.
Humor forged in hellish flames,
Mired in shame.
O, which shall MY humor be?