Carried Away
I'll let myself get carried away,
Watch me simply fall apart.
I'm the type who laughs all day
When people accidentally fart.
Why do I corpse so freely
Instead of being serious?
I can't explain this tendency,
To verge on the ridiculous.
Is it my nature? Who can tell?
This penchant to go overboard.
Like a lunatic in a laughter cell,
Madness may be my reward.
Will it end the way it started?
Persist until my dying day?
I'll find it hard to be downhearted,
Even when I'm carried away.
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Paul Waring
Fri 30th Dec 2016 11:29
Thanks Lynn, you are totally right. And, I'm sure you'll know from your work in the world of entertainment, laughter is genuinely infectious!
I once taught a session on laughter to groups of patients with chronic pain. In my opening spiel, I described a scenario and asked the group to try hard not to laugh. Always, once one person smirked, chuckled or laughed, the whole group started and it really set the scene for people to 'let go', often for the first time in ages. People would say that they felt like their 'old selves' again and yearned to regain their sense of humour. Powerful stuff this laughter treatment! Thanks again. Paul