Humour in Literature

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Definition of Humour in Literature Humor is a literary tool that makes audiences laugh, or that intends to induce amusement or laughter. Its purpose is to break the monotony, boredom, and tedium, and make the audience’s nerves relax. The writer uses different techniques, tools, words, and even full sentences in order to bring to light new and funny sides of life.   Function of Humour in Literature Humor is one of the most effective literary weapons to please the audience, as it develops characters and makes plots useful and memorable. Humor plays many functions in a literary work. It arouses interest among readers, sustains their attention, helps them connect with the characters, emphasizes and relates ideas, and helps the readers picture the situation.

The people upstairs all practise ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours. Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the week. When they take a shower, your ceilings leak. They try to get their parties to mix By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks, And when their fun at last abates, They go to the bathroom on roller skates. I might love the people upstairs more If only they lived on another floor. BIODATA ·          One of the most widely appreciated and imitated writers of light verse. ·          Frederic Ogden Nash ·          He was born in Rye, New York, on August 19, 1902. ·          Parents: Edmund Strudwick and Mattie Nash. ·          Nash attended Harvard College, but dropped out after only one year. ·          His poems had an intensely anti-establishment quality that resounded with many Americans, particularly during the Depression. ·          Nash focused on writing poems for children, includin

My eyes are fine; they are just printing words small. I just use a walking stick to seem stately and tall. Nothing is wrong with my sense of smell. My ears are fine if you don't whisper but yell. The wrinkles are just laugh lines; they will go away. It is fashion that has turned my hair from black to grey. It's the cold, not age that is stiffening my knees. I like to hum as I walk; it's not a wheeze. What extra kilos? My scale is broken down. If I try, I can still fit into my wedding gown. My bones don't creak; my shoes are new. My memory is sharp. Oh, do I know you? BIODATA ·          Nandita Shailesh Shanbhag, born in India. ·          She loves to express her thoughts in verses so if her poem can touch a heart or heal a soul, Nandita feels like she fulfilled her objective. ·          Nandita is motivated by her parents, sister and friends, and is encouraged by her loving husband and daughters.   WHAT DOES HUMOR GOT TO DO WITH IT It is a humorous poem

  My family's gone; there's no one home. It's only me who's home alone. I shouldn't hear a single squeak. There shouldn't even be a creak, So what's that thumping that I hear? It must mean one thing: death is near. "You're an adult, you'll be just fine." I tell myself as I dial "nine"... Was that a knock upon the door? My heart beats faster than before I know it's closed; I've checked the lock. At least my killer knows to knock? I cannot sleep, though I'm in bed. I've made amends with God instead. If He decides that it's my time, Then this will be my very last rhyme. I hear a bang and then a break. My head shoots up; there's no mistake! I turn my music volume high So I won't hear the way I die. I run upstairs, desk lamp in hand. Over my head, ready to land, And right before it did just that.. I remembered - I have a cat BIODATA ·          Unknown poet ·          Published poems titled Dreaming

I Said the Table to the Chair, 'You can hardly be aware, 'How I suffer from the heat, 'And from chilblains on my feet! 'If we took a little walk, 'We might have a little talk! 'Pray let us take the air!' Said the Table to the Chair.   II Said the Chair unto the Table, 'Now you know we are not able! 'How foolishly you talk, 'When you know we cannot walk!' Said the Table, with a sigh, 'It can do no harm to try, 'I've as many legs as you, 'Why can't we walk on two?'   III So they both went slowly down, And walked about the town With a cheerful bumpy sound, As they toddled round and round. And everybody cried, As they hastened to their side, 'See! the Table and the Chair 'Have come out to take the air!'   IV But in going down an alley, To a castle in a valley, They completely lost their way, And wandered all the day, Till, to see them safely back, They paid a Ducky-quack, And a Beetle, and a Mouse, Who took the

The theoretic turtle started out to see the toad; He came to a stop at a liberty-pole in the middle of the road. "Now how, in the name of the spouting whale," the indignant turtle cried, "Can I climb this perpendicular cliff and get on the other side? If I only could make a big balloon I'd lightly over it fly; Or a very long ladder might reach the top though it does look fearfully high. If a beaver were in my place, he'd gnaw a passage through with his teeth; I can't do that but I can dig a tunnel and pass beneath." He was digging his tunnel with might and main, when a dog looked down at the hole. "The easiest way, my friend," sald he, "is to walk around the pole."   BIODATA ●        Amos Russel Wells, born on December 23, 1862 and died on March 6, 1933 was an American poet, editor, prose author, and academic. ●        Wells was born in Glens Falls, New York. ●        He graduated from Antioch College in 1883.