B: Xxxvi: Humour - Poem by Douglas Scotney
To some it seems,
When talking out of misery,
You'd mean more than what you're saying.
There could be a laugh in that.
Living in that misery
Would by no means be a joke.
I'd say more than what I meant,
And some would find that funny.
For my money
This is another case
Of content being content
and content being content.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
see my 'Emma's Dell' for first instance of 'content is content'.
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