What can I say? We had a low humor threshold in my family! Peace to your ♥!
Laughing Gas
“Pull my finger,”
My father would quip.
Then he’d let one rip.
“The silent ones are
the worst,” said my mother
Before firing off another.
It was a laughing
Matter, you see,
In my family.
I learned, growing up
In a house full of gas,
This, too, shall pass.
© Stephanie Malley
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 18 – Write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home” (childhood).
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