Trial and horror

No other  person in the land
Has got a sense of humour
I send you this elastic band
To play with  when you’re gloomier

I send this card to show I care
I love you sweetest when you’r bare
Yet you have got  a wardrobe filled
Not  with lovers   you have killed
No, you have such taste sublime
The nighties  in there are divine

Thank you for the forty years
Making breakfast when you’re bare
Thank you for your saving grace
We’ve got money, undebased.

I love you second to my cat
What will you say  when you read that?

I love men and I love   cats
How to choose? Don’t answer that

Like Jerusalem of gold and age,
With your beauty I’m engaged
Let me worship by your Wall
Facebook lovers are appalled

A sense of humour is a  useful aid
Especially to old lovers in their bed
Their joints arthritic make their union hard
Even with the aid of  pure white lard
The sound of laughter  proves they are not dead.

As they  drink their coffee,whose  the tread
Upon the stair, a footstep can be heard
Let Death come,  accept and be not scared
Play the game until its final card
A sense of humour

All debts honoured, all the bills are paid
So, old folks get meeting, then get laid
Love  the dance and love the swift white bird.
In the sky the swallows  make their curves
Wonder to the end, the final words
The glint of humour