It's nice to have a good old laugh
Its medicine at it's the best.
But there are some things it's difficult,
For us to laugh at with the rest.
It's all to do with breathing
If your sitting desperate on the floor,
The last thing that you want to hear
Is someone's laughter roar.
But we are made of tough stuff
And while we've gasping there.
We'll probably raise our arm up
And stick two fingers in the air.
(Not you polite one's of course.)