“Men live by intervals of reason under the sovereignty of humor and passion.” — Sir Thomas Browne

“Joy”

What joy is there in life so sweet!
A life of love, so pure, so neat!

Food here, is pleasing my senses
I expand as it condenses!
Mouth-watery salt on these fries
Like the speckled salt in the skies!
Though it clogs up my arteries,
It recharges my batteries!

What joy is there in life so sweet!
A life of love, so pure, so neat!

Nothing soothes the soul like cold beer
Trampling down the throat like graceful deer!
Nothing cures loneliness like a friend, 
Who dies for you, from end to end!
Nothing on earth down here compares
To such friends who will their beer share!

What joy is there in life so sweet!
A life of love, so pure, so neat!

What fun is there writing bad verse,
If by bad we mean clean and terse!
There’s no fun in long-winded puns,
On anatomy we should shun!
But oh There’s some fun in hugs and kisses
But only if they come from the Mrs!

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