I once asked some friends:
If all poetry is sad,
And it is a message the heart sends.
Does that mean the world is mad?
But one replied: Not all poetry is that way,
Some makes you feel just right,
and makes you drift away.
It holds you tight.
Another said:
Yea some makes you laugh,
and sometimes it goes to your head.
It makes you feel half in half.
Why would it do that? I asked.
Well half of you giggles they replied,
and half of you laughed.
To bad my friends, all of them, they lie.