Little Rita the Laugher
Well...I’m not really a comedian, but this looked fun. So, here we go. ~ GLD
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Little Rita the Laugher
Was a funny little tot
She laughed at everything
And whatnot
Her parents were in despair
They did not know what to do
For how do you discipline a laughing child
How to make the first move
They tried everything
And even more
But their attempts were met with laughter
And they were left despaired
When they tried to teach her how to eat
Yes, eat all her veggies and meat
She smiled at them, finding it funny
And then laughed as she dug her hands into the food
She didn’t want to use a fork
She didn’t want to use a spoon
They taught her as best they could
But the food still was scooped in by hand
When she broke Mama’s favourite vase
She stood among the shattered glass
She smiled in bewilderment
And then burst out laughing, till the tears rolled
Mama preached for a very long time
But lil’ Rita did not stop or sober
She just kept on laughing
Falling weakly into Mama’s arms
Well, Papa decided she needed a spanking
But he barely even touched her
Before she burst out laughing
And what else was there to be done
It did not stop here
It seemed to just get worse
When one looked at her disregard for safety
Or her treatment of her siblings
She crossed a road
Without ever glancing sideways once
She danced over the pavement
Laughing out giddily
Mama’s nerves became shattered
She would lose her little girl
For cars didn’t always stop
When they oughta
Papa told his little girl to never play with knives
But one morning he came into the kitchen
And there was Rita
Fiddling with a serrated-edged knife
She made it dance with a fork
And then she slipped off the table
Papa screamed in fear
But when he reached her, she was laughing
The knife had struck her soft cheek
And blood was spurting out
But the little girl did not seem bothered by the pain
Instead, she seemed to take pleasure in it
Papa and Mama got very worried
And decided to consult a doctor
But when in the car
They quickly learned her sibling treatment
Her big brother was listening to his music
When she grabbed and pulled out his earphones
Laughing as she stuffed it into her own ears
To his chagrin, she clung to it like honey
Her baby brother screamed to her other side
And she rushed to shush him up
Giggling over his face
She stared down at him with a twinkle in the eye
Suddenly, she started laughing and laughing
Her brothers stared at her in horror
For it turned maniacal in no time
And she turned blue
Well...Until she passed out
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So, the doctor finally gave his diagnosis
As Rita the Laugher lay in the big bed
Her black hair stood out starkly
Against the white bed
Her face was pale
But a smile hovered round her lips
As tears squeezed out from underneath her closed eyes
She was lying at death’s door
The doctor said she struggled with a condition
It was some bug in her brain
It made her want to laugh all the time
Even when she had to take things seriously
Yes, she seemed like a little demon
But, really, she was just trying in her own way
And in reality,
It wasn’t her fault
Her family spoke the language of the world
Doom and gloom
And lil’ Rita spoke the language of another dimension
One of happiness and joy
No sad tear could ever cross her face
Because she didn’t understand sadness
And all those odd things she did
Was just a result of things she couldn’t do or understand
She was allergic to forks and spoons
And she was unable to comprehend
That people were in a hurry
And didn’t have all the time in the world
She was unable to understand that she annoyed her brothers
For in her mind it was all just a bit of teasing
So, they found her to be a piece of hell
But she really was just trying to bond with them
No, Rita would be fine
Give her a week
And she would be back at home
Ready to laugh at everything
But, after that day
Rita laughed a little less
Instead, she resorted to smiling
Lots and lots of smiling
And when Mama told Papa she didn’t understand why
Lil’ Rita suddenly piped up and said,
“I’m twoo shkaird fo laufin
Cosh’I almoth died laufin”
“Buth, I’m shtill shmileng
Cosh’I don’t wanth
All o’ you twoo be shad”
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What nonsense I can come up with sometimes...Oh well, maybe there’s something wrong with my brain too. :P