I used to laugh out loud,
then it became a thing
to L.O.L. Instead.
I tried to L.O.L. in bed;
but that didn’t go down well;
I tried to L.O.L. In church,
with even less success;
L.O.L.ing in the supermarket,
in the bank, on the bus,
well, people made such a fuss.
They didn’t L.O.L. at all.
I called into the library
and L.O.L.’d in the History Section,
and I was asked to leave quietly.
I was accused of having a lack of propriety – whatever that is –
and told not to come back.
My lack of silence
also caused violence at a wake,
where I was a coffin-bearer;
it was just something I thought of
that made me L.O.L.
and I could tell
that they were not amused.
Anyway, the deceased
had amassed a huge load of cash
which, surprisingly,
he decided to leave to me –
and him I thank,
for, now,
I am L.O.L.ing all the way back to the bank,
Lol
I couldn’t have said it better myself. G:)