Maybe I couldn't be dafter, But I keep wondering if this time we settle our differences before a war instead of after.

One would be in less danger From the wiles of the stranger If one's own kin and kith Were more fun to be with.

Beneath this slab John Brown is stowed. He watched the ads, And not the road.

An occasional lucky guess as to what makes a wife tick is the best a man can hope for, Even then, no sooner has he learned how to cope with the tick than she tocks.

O thrice unhappy home Whose master doesn't know the difference between a watt and an ohm!

Some debts are fun while you are acquiring them, But none are fun when you set about retiring them.

Among other things I think humor is a shield, a weapon, a survival kit. So here we are several billion of us, crowded into our global concentration camp for the duration. How are we to survive? Solemnity is not the answer, any more than witless and irresponsible frivolity is. I think our best chance lies in humor, which in this case means a wry acceptance of our predicament. We don't have to like it but we can at least recognize its ridiculous aspects, one of which is ourselves.