A laugh, however hard it tries,
Will always be hearty.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the laugh,
Gently it goes - the red-blooded, the cordial, the full-blooded.
All that is joyless is not laughs,
laughs, by all account is joyous.
Now rapturous is just the thing,
To get me wondering if laughs are jocund.
A smile, however hard it tries,
Will always be wooly.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the smile,
Gently it goes - the hirsute, the flocculent, the soft.