Fork it!
That’s what I say…
Fork it
and eat it up
with great relish!
Life ‘tis
for full ingesting
so, feel that fullness in your gut
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Down home humor
fills my gut
With the sweet ache
of so much laughter
That all “ails” me
is healed with glee
Sometimes, he has too much fun
Dancing and cracking up
Mugging it up for some non-existent camera
The joy bubbling through
in an almost frantic pace
On those high-stepping days
of Laurel and Hardy moves
and free-flowing morning scat
I appreciate his sense of humor
and the way he occupies
his body in the present moment
Sometimes I’m my own slapstick comedy. It may start out a normal day. I’ll give thanks before rising for this wonderful gift of life, and this brand new day. Then I jump out of bed ready to get moving, but somewhere right in here, there is a subtle (and sometimes not so subtle) turn in the path.
I used to love to watch the Three Stooges. Now, don’t get me wrong, I never enjoyed the violence part, but the silly antics, and the “Wooo, wooo, wooo, woooo’s”, and the funny situations they got themselves into – those cracked me up. So did Spanky and My Gang, Laurel and Hardy, Red Skelton and Carol Burnett and skits on Saturday Night Live. Although, I stopped watching television years ago, I’ve always enjoyed a good laugh, so I am grateful for a gift from spirit which continues to deliver the humor.
Somehow, when my life gets serious I am gifted with my own real-life ongoing slapstick comedy: me. I crack me up. Life cracks me up. At any given time, all I have to do is step one step back and observe, and it’s very entertaining. It’s like a built-in relief valve.
Carrying too many things, juggling to get the key into the door, and aware of an urgency to get into the facilities is the perfect recipe for some wild antics. Sitting on the little student desk while trying to be impressive with my coolness, and instead landing hind end stuck in the trash can makes me laugh. It is a gift and I am grateful for it.
