[Roger Slater]

"Once upon a time", I start,
but then that's all I've got,
for sad to say, I lack the art
of narrative or plot,

and so I stick to lyric rhymes
to bring me fame and glory
and leave the once upon a times
to those who tell a story.

[RCL]

It took me seven years of analysis until I learned to laugh. I still need to work at it.

Laughter Yoga

“Laughter is the best medicine.” Reader's Digest

ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha
ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha

tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee
tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee

ho Ho ho Ho ho Ho
ho Ho ho Ho ho Ho

tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee
tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee

ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha
ho Ho ho Ho ho Ho

tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee
tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee

ho Ho ho Ho ho Ho
ha Ha ha Ha ha Ha

tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee
tee-Hee tee-Hee tee-Hee!

Believe it or not, this was recently published in an anthology celebrating National Laughter Day!

[Jayne Osborn]

Ralph, you are delightful, and absolutely priceless!!!!!!

Thank you for making me go Ha ha ha, Te hee hee, Ho ho ho.



Jayne

[RCL]

Thanks Jayne! And it’s ITrim. To bear the existential burden, I make up phrases, usually nonsense, to call out as soon as I awaken. Maybe, “I’m baaaaak! Hee HAW! Hee HAW! While splashing cold water on my head and face. Gets me chortling. A TV ad for “America’s Favorite Restaurant,” Taco Bell, recently featured Chulapas! So I wondered to myself, mind you laughing hysterically at myself, “Is there Chihuahua in my Chalupa?” Kept endorphins barking for about a week. I laugh ergo I live.

[Jim Moonan]

For you, Ralph:

https://youtu.be/pOMqqI-kzHY
x

[Edmund Conti]

I can't sing.
In the shower, in a crowd too.
And here's the thing--
I'm not allowed to.

[Gail White]

I'm like you, Ed. Do you ever start singing "La Donna E Mobile" only to be told by your friends that you're actually singing "It's Howdy Doody Time"?

[Michael Cantor]

From the first through ninth grave I was officially designated a "listener" by the New York City Board of Education. I could open and close my mouth when the class sung - had to, as a matter of fact - but no sound could emerge. I loved to sing, but whenever I sneakily tried, one teacher or another would blow on her pitch pipe and signal the class to silence. "Michael Cantor - was that you?"

Nothing really happened in the tenth grade, except that they just stopped caring. And I was always the best in the class at inventing dirty lyrics to the classic favorites, so the kids respected me even if the teachers didn't.

[Edmund Conti]

Ah, dirty lyrics in high school. (Well, that's what high school was all about)

When the bride rushes in
Plants her t**t on your chin

or

Don't know why
There is lipstick on my fly
Sloppy blowjob

[Michael Cantor]

Stormy Weather. Is she one of the ones who slept with Donald Trump? I'm an old man - although not as old as you, Edmund - and it's tough to keep track.