Looking at my book shelf this morning, I pulled my Children’s Book of Verse (with charming illustrations by Eric Kincaid — I wish I could share the illustration that goes with this poem!) off the shelf and randomly opened it. It randomly opened to this poem. And it randomly struck a funny bone with me — it made me giggle. Reading it again didn’t diminish the funniness. So I’m posting this goofy poem just because I feel like posting a goofy poem; life isn’t always serious. If it was, I think I’d give up now and go to Heaven where I can look down on you all and laugh: 
The Serpent
There was a Serpent who had to sing.
There was. There was.
He simply gave up Serpenting.
Because. Because.He didn’t like his Kind of Life;
He couldn’t find a proper Wife;
He was a Serpent with a soul;
He got not Pleasure down His hole.
And so, of course, he had to Sing,
And Sing he did, like Anything!
The Birds, they were, they were Astounded;
And various Measures Propounded
To stop the Serpent’s Awful Racket:
They bought a Drum. He Wouldn’t Whack it.
They sent, — you always send,— to Cuba
And got a most commodious Tuba;
They got a Horn, they got a Flute,
But Nothing would suit.
He said, ‘Look, Birds, all this is futile:
I do not like to Bang or Tootle.’
And then he cut loose with a Horrible Note
That practically split the Top of his Throat.
‘You see,’ he said, with a Serpent’s Leer,
‘I’m serious abut my Singing Career!’
And the Woods Resounded with many a shriek
As the Birds flew off to the End of Next Week.
— Theodore Roethke
Laugh a little. It’ll make life better.
Coram Deo!