Laughter, Not Good Medicine
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There once was a girl who loved to laugh,
Strangers often thought her daft
Energetic, free spirited, wildly drunk on life-
She cared not
What others thought
Till doctors impaired those vital things
That keep the body right
and laughter-
Became danger zone; the brink of disaster
Lancing pain from base of skull
Through orb of eye
She could not cry-
Indeed she could not speak or move
She lay.
The girl who loved to laugh
Perhaps she would be daft
And others cared
They prayed
thought still within her fought.
by zoe ashcraft
This has been my experience. Laughter is no longer good medicine- except in very small doses. Otherwise, it renders me catotonic for a spell, and is preceeded by terrible head pain.
WEll, blond as I am and computers what they are~ mistakes happen.
This poem is missing the vital word THAT- and it's obvious where. But site managers can delete it since I did get the thing to accept my effort at re-entry on the poetry contest form with the sharepost. head pain calleth~ to bed I go.
zoe