Chortle

I find myself
Chortling as I try
To write these poems
Remembering childhood
Calamities and my current
List of inexcusable lapses of
Whatever variety wondering what
Shocking, hideous, disgusting act
I have committed in this poem or
Another but what the heck in
For a penny in for a pound.
Better when I really do
Get old sitting on the
Porch of life to
Chortle glad
To have
Done
All
That
I have
And would
Do again as
The unimpassioned
Life is not worth living.
Lewis and I agree,
We chortle in
Our joy.
Sorry about
The jabber-wocky.