The Inevitable Downfall of Humour

Humour they admired,
"What a thing to have!"
A charm at times,
Oftener, a weapon.
Who could have thought,
And how.
It remains rare,
A privilege,
Almost.

They look for standards,
In oil, gold and why,
Even in how hair
Was parted.
And how it was not.
How questions were answered,
And why, how well,
They were not!

But like all good things,
Humour too came,
To a grand,
Grand end.
Why? How? When?
They couldn't understand,
Or appreciate,
Why this poem was written!