THE DEAD JOKE AND THE FUNNY MAN

Long years ago, a funny man,

Flushed with a strange delight,

Sat down and wrote a funny thing

All in the solemn night;

And as he wrote he clapped his hands

And laughed with all his might.

For it was such a funny thing,

O, such a very funny thing,

This wonderfully funny thing,

He

Laughed

Outright.

And so it was this funny man

Printed this funny thing —

Forgot it, too, nor ever thought

It worth remembering,

Till but a day or two ago.

( Ah! what may changes bring! )

He found this selfsame funny thing

In an exchange — “O, funny thing!”

He cried, “You dear old funny thing!”

And

Sobbed

Outright.