sense of humour

The gods have lost their sense of humour.
There's naught but frowns on each of their face.
Revenge growing like some grotesque tumour
Is oozing fire and brimstone all over the place.

They send down storms, lightning and thunder
And all the good souls choke on their prayers;
This whole sorry creation is torn asunder,
The Earth shudders to the core of its layers.

We've laughed at the thought of fighting the odds
And the last thing to say is I love you more
For the comfort of knowing that unlike the gods
We've kept intact our sense of humour.