For twenty-first-centurians
Life is comedy
If you teach them maths without comedy
They complain of logic cum arithmetic confusion
If you preach to them without comedy
They tell you that your gospel is empty
If you pray to them without comedy
They murmur that it is powerless
If you sing to them without comedy
They buzz that you're a solitary singer
If you lead them without comedy
They tag you a perfectionistic hermit
If caress and pet them without comedy
They call you a nervous lover
All 21st centurians want is the boat of comedy
That will sail them all through storms and billows
Till they reach eternal the comedy of life
