'Orses 'Ead 'Andle

Many comic poems, I find, are not funny at all.

Except for one,

I think it's called 'The Lion and Albert',

And the only reason I find it funny

Is because of the memories it conjures

Up in my head,

Away from Blackpool,

And the fresh air and fun.

I can hear one of my biggest friends

Reading the poem to a group of children

Myself included (Where did you think I got the memory?

From a Pensieve?)

And not having to fake the required accent

As the group of children had to,

Because we are from Kilkenny,

And we talk flat.

And I can smell, hmm,

I can smell fresh paint,

And tobacco.

But this is the only place it smells sweet.

And I see little me,

I remember that day well.

(Actually, I only remember the moments in this place. But I digress.)

That was in Sixth Class I think.

(The beginning of the end, but we'll get to that later.)

And now the poem is over,

And the memory is gone.

But now that I think about it,

Isn't it a little pathetic that I have to read a poem to make myself happy?

And now that I think about it a little bit more,

No.

No, it isn't.

Isn't that what comic poems are for?

But now I've remembered -

They're not funny.