Is it daft to ask what is dafter than a crafty daughter's laughter wafting from the rafters ~ ?

When Uncle Mort was caught short with a quart of port he had bought, he was overwrought with tension fraught ... but a miracle of a sort was wrought when it cured his wart - the one that nought so far would thwart although he'd sought to do so. Who would have thought that he'd finally fought this thing that did distort his nose and contort his face when he did snort? Thereafter he was seen to cavort and make rowdy sport so was brought to court where he was taught that none would support such behaviour.