Secret Humor

 I suffer from a secret humor,
yes I do—a very private laugh.

When an image arises in
satirical thought,
an intractable grin bursts
from the fore...

It’s a laughing disease,
(yes it must be)
which I cannot just quit—
a sappy reaction to an
unsavory wit.

While my humor isn’t brittle,
there lies a risible flaw...
when it takes only noses and ears
to trigger my jaw!

So it matters not who might be ‘round,
                                                            for silent humor is my jester’s crown.

                                                                      VTalamas     8.7.11