Schadenfreude was always near to Stanley
It was just so desultory and banal
But he could never forget Ollie

That morning, Laurel was shocked by the comedy
But still he remembered the protocol
Schadenfreude was always near to Stanley

Later, Laurel was spooked to a degree
Their act was repetitive, all in all
But he could never forget Ollie

He distracted Stan with physicality
Said it was time to work in a pratfall
Schadenfreude was always near to Stanley

Oliver took a leap most gracefully
Hardy flew high like a toxic theory
But Stan could never forgive Ollie

Laurel nosedived- O vengeful gravity
Stan’s mind echoed dangerously eerie
Schadenfreude was always near to Stanley
For he could never forgive Ollie

Halitosis, you inspire me to write.
How I love the way you waft and hover,
Invading my air all day into night,
Reminding of a departed lover.

Shall I compare you to a passing stench?
You are too exhaled, airy and dental.
Like a fog of farts around a park bench,
Latest autumn’s scent of pungent fennell.

How do I sniff you? Let me count the ways.
I note your miasma, flavor and breath.
Thinking of your tailed odor fills my days.
My memory demands a judgmental meth.

Now I must away with a burning heart,
Recall these varnished words whilst we’re apart.