Indivisible

 Ok, so these days just aren't going

just the way that I had planned;

there's no way that I'll be knowing

what may be the next at hand,

but each day still holds every hour

that the Lord above ordained,

and it is my choice to be sour,

or to live each with unfeigned

gratitude for every smallest blessing,

and for the biggest blessings, too,

for to be truthful, I'm confessing

that, 'till now, I never knew

that so much could be provided

with joy and pain left undivided.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is LAUGH. It's what I do best!

If you cannot laugh at this,

you really are not trying,

so give the whole darn thing a miss,

'cause what's the point in dying

if its humour hides from you,

and puking becomes tragedy;

I mean, what else is there to do

but just not take it seriously

along with its most bestest pal

(yes, I mean incontinence)

which makes you race on down the hall

just to stumble at the fence

of quickly taking down your jeans,

and you can guess just what that means.

Four minutes flat, no apologies.

Music from Van Halen, with Jump.

Sylvia will jump for ice cream.