A ramble about humor.
Do not mistake this rhyme for my personal opinion. Gold is always welcome, and a man who memorizes The Hunting of the Snark might safely be assumed to have some penchant for nonsense.
A marvelous treasure-chest filled up with gold
Is doomed to leave me in the cold:
Gold doesn’t sate,
It isn’t that great.
I’d rather a chortle or two
For laughing at humor’s what I love to do.
But laughing at nonsense inspires my ire:
The goofy shall all die by fire!
Don’t sully the name
Of humor’s just fame.
If you can’t behave with decorum
Don’t peddle your nonsense in humor’s own forum.
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