I showed my son a cartoon
Which he inspected
He said it was pretty dumb
Not the laugh he expected.
I live with a lad who knows funny,
Who say inversions are too humpty.
I poke him in the ribs and sing:
"When the weather outside is frightful,
Body parts drop by the flight-full. . .
Dashing through the anthroscape.
In a bloodflake covered slay.
Mingle bones mingle bones mingle all the way!"
This, not one courtesy chuckle brings.
Uncomfortable pause. Silent Spring.