Who knew something so painful, violent, and uncontrollable could be so desirable. It's contagious and insatiable. We seek it out every chance we get and the moment the tears have ended, and pain subsided we look for another way to satisfy our desire. We tickle, jest, tease, use our whit, our wiles, our pranks and our immaturity just to initiate a laugh.
You slay me, crack me up, kill me...
I died laughing, fell on the floor, LOL...
She split her side, snorted, burst a vein in her forehead...
He shot the milk out of his nose, screamed like a girl, laughed his rear off..
Love in Laughter
I giggle, I wiggle, I jiggle a little.
But before I know it I wheeze, I fizzle, and I cry (like a whistle)
I flop, I ker-plop, and then my pants pop
I can't stop, I'm in pain, and then Yell, "Daddy, DO IT AGAIN!"-- Me.
I remember when I was a kid I both wanted to be ticked and HATED it! No one tickles me much these days, thankfully.
ReplyDeleteI love laughing but sometimes laugh so hard my stomach and face hurt. I never thought about it, but there is a combination of pleasure and pain with it! Ha! Great post.
I love it! You make me smile!
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