I sit,
I sit in the armchair,
and I have to contemplate your wit,
and it is like a speeding bullet,
a speeding bullet from out of nowhere,
because one minute it is not there and then it hits you quick,
then it hits you quick,
and here I sit, contemplating your wit,
for so often it passes over me,
it passes over me so, so quick,
and I,
I cannot always keep up with it and though I am not thick,
your wit and intellect are as sharp as they come,
and how you bombard me with it,
and here happily I sit,
here happily I sit,
contemplating your wit and how funny you are,
and how I laugh at every little bit,
every little bit.
