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This is the sanitarium of sick jokes,



Ancient wheezes, japes and tricks,



All marked and labelled in categorie



That Range from one to ninety six.



 



Some of them have raised the roof



In many an ancient music hall,



Some caused titters in venues



A little more humble and small.



Some of them are convoluted 



Needing skill in their telling,



Needing so much concentration



To make the point they are selling.



 



Most of them are joyful



But a little few are sad



And, filed in side wards, those



That, quite frankly, are bad.



 



The place echoes to ancient laughter,



An awe inspiring, flowing sound



That permeates the corridors



As the inhabitants move around.



Fashions in humour changes



Reflecting changing living styles



So some of them are revived to



enjoy new popularity for a  while,



 



But, sadly, inevitably,comes that time



When new found popularity ends



And, each is  returned to be 



Re filed   with their old friends.



 



Many enjoyed the days long before



These of instant communication



When, for years and years, they could



Be toured round and around the nation;



Then along came television



And all at once they were seen



Across sometimes the world



On that haunted fish tank screen.



 



Now they live in retirement



Remembering days of old



When roofs were raised with laughter



Each and every time they were told.



 



Some may think this to be 



A ghostly, sad, eerie place



But very few visitors ever leave



Without a smile on their face.



This is the sanitarium of sick jokes



Quips, comments, stories rude and witty,



Where  all bathe in  warmth of past fame,



And very few feel the need of any pity,



 



For Humour runs in cycles



And they never know when



They may be revived to enjoy



Fame and fortune once again.



 




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Sanitarium Of Sick Jokes