Introduction

Fingers poised on keyboard, ready to tap out words of wit and wisdom which would set publisher against publisher battling for the right to end my days as a struggling writer, I found that my mind had mirrored the blank screen I stared at, and writer's block held me hostage.

As I continued to sit there, glazed eyes transfixed by the mocking VDU, I suddenly saw myself as the zombie any unsuspecting passers by would witness.

It brought a smile to my face, and that made me think what a miserable world it would be if we all lost our sense of humour. Hence...

Missing - Reward Offered

I thought I'd sit and write a ditty
Full of charm and rather witty
Then tragedy! - this is no rumour
I found that I'd lost my sense of humour

I knew that I'd had it the night before
For I told lots of jokes and made my friends roar
So, many phone calls I did make
Had someone taken it by mistake?

But they laughed some more and said Oh Honey
You nearly kill me, you're so funny
I merely told them, yeah, that's right
For they didn't understand my plight

I sat and pondered for a while
For losing things is not my style
Perhaps when out of bed I'd crept
My humour stayed behind and slept

Into the bedroom I did go
Pulled back the covers in one throw
It must be there, but no, instead
All I found was an empty bed

With no trace of humour my face wore a frown
As I turned the rest of the house upside down
Without luck in the garden I turned every stone
Where else can it be? I thought with a moan

I was suddenly struck with inspiration
And rode my bike down to the cop station
But none of them could suppress a grin
When I asked if it had been handed in

As a last resort, at my lowest ebb
I make this appeal on the World Wide Web
If you happen to see it, please without fail
Send it back to me in an email

I'm afraid I can't offer a money reward
But with my sense of humour restored
I'll be back to my old self, funny and witty
So I'll write you my best ever yet little ditty

Copyright; Julie Angel
Email: Hartneegal@aol.com