An Iffy Tip-Off
With a wink to Kipling

If you can greet the dawn with gales of giggles
When all about you wallow in their woe;
If you are never triggered by the niggles
From needled naggers irked from tip to toe;
If you can smile when sweetest dreams turn sour,
And beam as bawlers bellyache in vain;
If you can grin when nests of gripers glower,
And chortle in the taunting face of pain;
If you can mock the siren song of virtue
From vipers stoking war and choking peace;
If heinous memes amuse and never hurt you –
Take heed: this gleeful heresy must cease.
Out-howl the caterwaul of the offended
Before you’re tarred and feathered then unfriended.

Susan Jarvis Bryant

If you have any thoughts about this poem, Susan Jarvis Bryant would be pleased to hear them