Mystified by the process of thought

That a busy bee can conceive.

Or that of an elephant tall,

When leaning on a slanted wall.

What comes to mind I can surmise,

At best, it may be wrong to do.

But there are stranger things

I can conceive than bees that sting.

Or an elephant  leaning on a slanted wall.

The very thought though, is amusing

If suddenly he were to fall;

I'd split my side with laughter, after all.

But those are silly thoughts to have

When the world is in such a mess.

But laughter never hurt a soul

And that has been my goal.