Treasure Island

Kaila George

(20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

The Jokers In Our Lives


They are the slap happy
Go lucky people
That often has us in fits

We laugh at their humor
On life till we cry with tears of joy

They bring laughter
To our family and friends
They are the expert clowns
That makes our life so gay

It's never boring
When their around
They make life worth while

To make a child smile
To make a grown women
Laugh with tears in her eyes
Is indeed a god given talent?

So with an appreciated smile
And a loud applause
Let's give it up
To the Jokers in our lives

Submitted: Sunday, July 01, 2012
Edited: Monday, July 02, 2012
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Theres always one in every family, The Joker...ahhh you inspired me to write this Bob.

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