If, ifs were horses we’d all ride

All apparent there’d be nothing to hide,

We might all be truly one, you know

For there’d be nothing that would us, divide.

No hunches, no unfair punches

All black and white, no grays around,

No whispers, no glances, no false step dances

No winks, no signs, just normal sound.

No daggers drawn

All equal, there’d be no pawn,

Nights, too, would then be restful too

Fresh and bright the next morning’s dawn.

No Holy Barnacles, nowhere

No pincers around the horses noses,

Thorns that would protectors be

And take care of the pretty Roses.

Must everything make sense, dear friends

What then would you make of Guffaws?

We here stories that a chuckle provide

How about Outlaws and inlaws.

If, Laughter’s the medicine true

Then Jokes are what we really need,

What use the Profundity

Better, Chaplin, Laurel and Hardy.

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