In a world of laughter, I take my stand, With sarcasm sharp, a well-timed hand. Life’s a grand stage; I’m the jester, you see, Dropping punchlines like wood—kick, scream, and be free! When the days grow dull and the skies turn gray, I bundle in blankets, chase the chill away. Warmth from the fabric, a cocoon snug and tight, With boba in hand, it all feels just right. I cartwheel through chaos with a wink and a grin, Sipping sweet pearls—let the fun begin! For every splinter, there’s a jest to ignite, And a drop kick to wood makes the laugh even bright.