Is it Humorous?

Falling into the black hole, 
down deeper into the moist abyss.
There is no one down there
to find my bones breaking funny.
Holding onto the slick branches
covered with insects crawling, slithering
around. I touch their hind legs,
their angled joints.

When I've reached the bottom 
I've broken my arm,
the not-so-funny humerus.
This fantasy has taken me away
to lands of unicorns, dragons
and giants. The hole drips
water. Drip drop. Drip drop,
lullabying me into peaceful
sleep.