There once was a city named Buhu
Who did just what it's name said to do.
The streets were painted blue
And the buildings were, too,
And everyone sobbed and said "Boo-Hoo!"

A shame it was when the law did pass
For fifty years no soul could laugh.
Said I "This must be changed!"
And plans I arranged
And I got myself a giraffe.

Then I saddled him up like a horse
(After all, he looks like he's half zorse)
And I said "Giddy-up!
Let's go, Buttercup!"
Buttercup took off running at full force.

Away trough the streets he ran like a flash!
Somehow, while he ran, he gained a moustache.
It was then, I realise,
My plan went awry
When Buttercup stopped and gave me whiplash.

I flew through the air, flailing and screaming
Wishing this all was just me dreaming.
Then SPLAT! in the mud
I fell with a thud
Right next to the mayor who was speaking.

The scene that followed was chaotic
And I felt pretty idiotic.
But listen! What came after
Was a roaring of laughter!
The sound was so pretty and exotic!

The people gathered at the square
Laughed until they had no breath spare.
But the mayor was enraged
He broke out in a rampage.
"To court you go! They'll judge your fair!"

The courtroom filled with old and young.
The judge sat there snapping his gum.
"He has broken the law!"
The mayor said with a caw.
"What say you?" The judge tiredly hummed.

And so I bowed down like a fool.
"Oh mighty judge! The law is cruel!
Not a soul can giggle
Or snicker or wiggle
Please change this or I'll bring in a mule!"

"Don't bring a mule," the judge did snort.
"This is not a farm. It's a court."
With a thump of his gavel
He said "Let us unravel
The law where no laugh is enforced!"

The crowd cheered and they danced all around
Until the midnight bell did sound.
Our law was amended
The ban had now ended
And not a sad soul could be found.

What happened next, we'll say a prayer
For Buttercup became the mayor.
And the old one was cast
To the sky with a blast.
I think he's now in the ozone layer.

So now the city is called Bwaha
And the people say tee-hees and hahas.
Stuff was repainted orange
With a light yellow tinge.
And this poem is terrible but I hope you enjoyed it anyway, ya?
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I must have written this while I was half a sleep, but I can't come up with anything better.

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