Your characters: simple
yet cock-eyed.
Your humour: truth,
but magnified,
the sweet and bitter
side by side.
This is the gospel:
that a choir will gather
to wring the last drops
of song from their souls,
to give you your propers
when you get home.
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To you, pratfalls are sense unspooled.
To me, slapstick is the purest art.
To you, fol-de-rol is for child or fool.
To me, I am the idiot at its heart.
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