Everything

What makes you laugh?

Everything,just like the number 42,

What was it Douglas Adams knew?

Was it comedy or was he a soothseer?

Or a Cambridge Don who liked good beer

I think he would laugh at how he died

Even though the World  loudly cried,

Something genetic gave way inside

Just when he’d finished his cycle ride,

From Arthur Dent to Dirk Gently

Speeding in California in a Gold Bentley,

Humour and Tragedy hand in hand

A man who lived and cared for the land,

I don’t collect books or comic texts

But humour never makes me vexed

Comedy is natural and everywhere,

So better laugh,the truth is …………………………..

we’ve all been there.