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Once upon a time, in a merry mood,
I wrote some lines, I thought were good.
I laughed aloud, though usually calm,
The words felt strange, like a joyful balm.

I called my servant, he came near,
A kind soul, with strength to cheer.
He took the paper, peeped inside,
The first line made him grin wide.

He read on, the grin grew bigger,
Chuckling sounds began to linger.
With each line, he laughed out loud,
His waistband burst, like a bursting cloud.

Buttons popped, he fell in a fit,
Ten days and nights, I watched, unfit.
I worried for that wretched man,
Sleepless nights, my eyes did scan.

But now I realize, with a simple thought,
Those lines I wrote, the joy they brought.
Laughter, it's a powerful thing,
Lifting spirits, making hearts sing.

So let us cherish moments of delight,
Spread laughter's joy, day and night.
For in the simplest poem or rhyme,

-By Olu Oshin