Humour Poem by Justin Reamer

Halloa, my good friend,
How are you today?
I am quite fine, thank you;
I don't need that display.

My question is this, my friend,
How do you manage to laugh so much?
You are always laughing,
Even when you're stressed out.

How do you manage to do it,
With that big smile of yours?
How can you be stressed out
And be laughing all the same?

Your smile is very attractive,
To that I will not lie,
But I don't know if it's your good humour,
Or utter idiocy.

Your laugh is so contagious,
That it makes me smile, too,
I cannot help but enjoy the fun,
When your laugh has been released.

Your laugh is so cute,
For I hear it all the time,
I cannot help but resist,
When you laugh so randomly.

But how do you manage to laugh,
When there is no joke at all?
You just laugh with your friends,
As if you have a secret code.

For example, you laugh at our Physics teacher,
When she's really not that funny,
You just laugh hysterically,
As if there is a purpose.

My friend, what is so funny,
When our physics teacher is not funny,
How is there anything funny,
When a teacher gives a lecture?

My friend, humour is a great thing,
Do not get me wrong;
However, laughing, when random,
Is a curious thing.

My friend, do not stop laughing,
For it is cute and remarkable,
And don't ever give up on it,
For it is your greatest trait.