[Cally Conan-Davies]

See? You've just totally cracked me up, Beej! I'm pathetically easy to get to LOL!! Like being tickled.

I've been thinking - do you know what makes me happy-laugh, invariably? Scrambled syntax. Like this:

THE PARTERRE


I don't know any greatest treat
* *As sit him in a gay parterre,
And sniff one up the perfume sweet
* *Of every roses buttoning there.

It only want my charming miss
* *Who make to blush the self red rose;
Oh! I have envy of to kiss
* *The end's tip of her splendid nose.

Oh! I have envy of to be
* *What grass 'neath her pantoffle push,
And too much happy seemeth me
* *The margaret which her vestige crush.

But I will meet her nose at nose,
* *And take occasion for her hairs,
And indicate her all my woes,
* *That she in fine agree my prayers.

* * * * * * * * * *|The Envoy|

I don't know any greatest treat
* *As sit him in a gay parterre,
With Madame who is too more sweet
* *Than every roses buttoning there.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *E. H. Palmer.

P.S. Orwn - I've never told you this, but your name here always cracks me up! It's so silly and looks so funny! And so for me, crack-up humour must reside in the scrambling of the ordinary, somehow.