Humour Poem by Arvind Ananthakrishnan

A day with books glum is my mind,
But along it comes and brings happiness divine,
Humour everyone calls it, always warming my heart,
Threatening thoughts it drives away clearing my path,
It clears my throat and fills it with laughter,
All have plenty only usage is the matter,
It is in everything depending on your view,
Satisfying and medicinal, sometimes insulting too,
Sarcastic, lapstick and cheesy are its types,
All are fine with me, of course if you have the time.