In a doodle-twisty-turvy diplomatic turnabout, President Trump and Ukraine's President Zelenskyy played a game of 'Who had the last pierogi?' before the funeral of Pope Francis. The sombre occasion apparently failing to dampen their appetite for shenanigans, Trump was heard cracking a joke, 'Isn't it ironic that the two of us, tangoing away here, are more alive than the pope?' The White House, all chuckling with glee, labeled the meeting as 'productively hilarious'.

Zelenskyy, speaking from a hushed voice, presumably from a bad muffin he had gobbled for breakfast, tagged the meeting as 'constructively gut-wrenching'. Tweets were aloot with him saying it was a 'good meeting' that had him giggling like a schoolboy who accidentally whoopee-cushioned the Principal's chair. He scribbled, 'Hoping for results on all the tickle-battles we started. Laughs after laughs. Full and uncontrolled belly-aches. Very symbolic meeting that could turn either historic or hysterical, depending on exact location of next whoopee cushion. Thanks @POTUS for a surprisingly flatulent meeting.'

In the midst of this absolute 'comedy of terrors', photos surfaced showing meetings between Mr. Trump, Zelensky, French President Macron who was desperately trying to maintain his Gallic poker face, and U.K. Prime Minister Keir Starmer, who was giggling uncontrollably at Trump's funny wig. This war of wits and whoopee cushions unraveled comically as if a diplomatic mission was mistaken for a comedy roast.

In the end, what was meant to be a sombre occasion turned into a gag-reel. The politicians managed to lighten the mood in an otherwise dark time, proving that a whiff of laughing gas or a well-placed whoopee cushion could just be the last resort to world peace. If you're looking for a diplomatic summit or a peace treaty, you might want to hold your breath, lest you be the next victim of the deftly deployed Trump 'book of whoopees'.