Believe me, it's not my intention to keep plugging Poetry Daily, but Thursday's poem -- which I just saw today -- made me laugh, and that is rare, that a poem makes me laugh I mean, not that it's rare that I laugh, though it is rare that I laugh when I read poems. And why should that be? What's wrong with a little slapstick in a poem? A little Laurel and Hardy? Hm, that reminds me of something. But I'll get to that later. For the moment here is the funny one, called Treason, by James Tate.