Death by Laughter

We laugh a spot, we laugh a lot
We want to laugh, but we cannot.
It hurts to breathe, we laugh and cry
at last, alas, we choke and die.

Samantha Jayne Frost

Fine Lines and A Wrinkle in Time

Between the Grey Streaks --

the Streakers are Streaking

Not Okay! Says a Man who is Speaking

With a Squeaky Whistle in Hand that is Leaking.

Saliva drips from the tip as the Cop

Jumps on His Bike and Yells, "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

The Naked Man Laughs for he too has a Bike

One with a Motor and a Bright Head Light.

Off he Speeds for "there is no Chance

That a Cop will Make ME wear Under Pants"

He is aerodynamic in his Birthday Suit

With a Cop right behind him in Hot Pursuit.

Just for a Moment, for he's Gone in a Flash

Around the Corner, there's the Sound of a Crash

The Sirens then, and the flashing lights,

and a half hour later, the Cop on a Bike.

- Samantha Jayne Frost

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