The Lady With The Laugh

I sit here sipping my chai
Pinteresting interesting ties
Classical music from movie scores
Fill my ears as they count in fours

Through my earphones enters a sound
A laugh so bad as to astound
I peek over my computer screen
To see who's laugh is so obscene

My grooveshark competes with her noise
While I desperately try to keep my poise
Now that I hear it it can't be unheard
The chortle that comes every third

I have to depart from this café
Pack up my bag and make hay
Quick take my hand Alex, we'll run from this place
We'll laugh about this later, but with much more grace