Hubbub breaks the ghostly silence
of feastly eating by the guests.
Humour torn from every breast
as laughter escapes with jocularity
Nectar-filled veins provoke hilarity
mirth explodes in outrageous glee
shaking shoulders, heaving lungs
hiccups, tears, hiatus comes:
engine running now on empty
a gasping plea for mercy hums.
I haven’t written for Brenda’s Sunday Whirl for some time, but Tillybud is here, and we had a Wordle race. Hers is a proper poem, beating mine into a cocked hat in half the time. I hope she posts it over at her Laughing Housewife blog.