Humor humor is chuckling at what those OTHER people find funny
Now, me, I used to KNOW it was hilarious, humor humor in action, when a saddle bronc got the better of me, especially if it was a horse that did not normally buck that hard. I've been bucked off and stomped on, then gotten up limping and laughing.
My wife didn't think it was so funny.
In fact, she didn't think it was amusing AT ALL. Hey, we'd been married nearly two weeks when that happened; you'd think she would have come around to my way of seeing the world by THEN, wouldn't you?
On the other hand, SHE thought it was funny as all get-out to watch a neighbor child eating worms in the yard across the street. The toddler's parents were not the most popular couple on our married-housing block at Montana State University. The father, especially, was a tad crusty.
Even so, I didn't think it was funny. Humor humor.
Special note: That laughing lady was NOT the Life Mate I am married to NOW; very important to clarify that!
We were married one Friday in the month of June
I wanted to be in Big Timber for the Saturday rodeo
She wanted to be back in Deer Lodge for the wedding of a friend
Neither one of us thought it was funny
But I'll bet you know who won
I've seen folks laugh at I Love Lucy
While I'm looking for a door
That particular redhead's talented but not my cup o' tea
Yet I can laugh at Curly and Moe and--who's that other guy?
One thing we all agree on, though, for it's my native curse
I just can't help coming out with rhymes
Even while trying to write free verse!
and one more time....
What's So Funny?
Copyright 2007 by Fred Baker
I got to thinking, what sort of illustration
Could be written for humor humor?
Then I thought about Ray and me, decades back in last century
We were roommates in the Army for quite a while
He'd go absent without leave and get thrown in the stockade
Laughing 'cause it worked into his plan
He wanted to get out of working for Uncle Sam
And figured soon or late, they'd let him go
That never did strike me as humorous
Yet on the other hand
He hated every hilarious limerick I ever wrote
How we remained friends is impossible to understand
Yet one thing we agreed on, for better or for worse
Fred Baker can't help rhyming, even TRYING to write free verse!