Not now

It isn’t time
for a funny line.
That verbal disguise
of enthusiastic fingers
dancing on ribs till bellies
stifle, pleasant tears meander
from pleading eyes and the thunder
of laughter fades into the
silent chuckle on the
underside of
lungs.

Sometime,
a cup of tea is better than
a trick with flowers and butterflies.

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