There is a muse that comes to visit
Every now and then,
Arriving with a smirk and tongue-in-cheek;
My laughter always starts to leak
With the absurdities that start to run
From this muse who's so much fun!
It's impossible to ignore him
As he taps into my brain,
With all the funny little ditties
That are really quite insane.
But with him there's a freedom
To explore my humorous side,
That throughout all my years
I've tried so hard to hide.
I'm not sure if he really has a name,
But I think I'll call him Bob,
Because he reminds me of my father
Who felt it was his job;
To make you smile and laugh a lot
With jokes and antics
All the while.
I guess my father is my muse
of mirth and quips galore,
It makes me, again, feel close to him
Even though he's gone on before.
So, I look forward to his call
When my heart needs a laugh or two,
For we all know
That the times we laugh,
Are really all too few.