The College of Humour
Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 7:00 pm
The College of Humour
© Stephen Whiteside 2011
I enrolled in 'The College of Humour',
Embarked on a Bachelor course.
"You will learn in three years
To reduce folk to tears.
Your victims will laugh themselves hoarse."
In first year we studied Anatomy -
How to dissect a good joke;
The bones and the skin,
And the organs within
That'd make people splutter and choke.
There were limericks, puns, there were riddles;
'The Yankee, the Aussie, the Pom'.
We mastered them all
As we strove to enthrall,
And to utter each one with aplomb.
Theory then moved on to practice.
The tute rooms gave way to the pubs,
The Sunday church fetes,
The prim'ry school gates,
And all of the big sporting clubs.
Our mission was just to cause merriment.
More we'd not ask for, nor less.
Who managed to get
The most underpants wet
Was the one destined most to impress.
Well, alas for 'The College of Humour',
Its tenure but barely begun,
For all of our cracks,
The fell flatter than tacks.
So much for our 'Tertiary' fun.
It seems, then, that 'how to be funny'
You cannot just swot up in school.
I felt that I might,
And it gives me a fright
To think I could be such a fool.
'The College of Humour' is still now.
It stands as its own epitaph.
Its windows are dark.
It lacks any spark...
And it gives ev'ryone a good laugh!
© Stephen Whiteside 2011
I enrolled in 'The College of Humour',
Embarked on a Bachelor course.
"You will learn in three years
To reduce folk to tears.
Your victims will laugh themselves hoarse."
In first year we studied Anatomy -
How to dissect a good joke;
The bones and the skin,
And the organs within
That'd make people splutter and choke.
There were limericks, puns, there were riddles;
'The Yankee, the Aussie, the Pom'.
We mastered them all
As we strove to enthrall,
And to utter each one with aplomb.
Theory then moved on to practice.
The tute rooms gave way to the pubs,
The Sunday church fetes,
The prim'ry school gates,
And all of the big sporting clubs.
Our mission was just to cause merriment.
More we'd not ask for, nor less.
Who managed to get
The most underpants wet
Was the one destined most to impress.
Well, alas for 'The College of Humour',
Its tenure but barely begun,
For all of our cracks,
The fell flatter than tacks.
So much for our 'Tertiary' fun.
It seems, then, that 'how to be funny'
You cannot just swot up in school.
I felt that I might,
And it gives me a fright
To think I could be such a fool.
'The College of Humour' is still now.
It stands as its own epitaph.
Its windows are dark.
It lacks any spark...
And it gives ev'ryone a good laugh!