Laughter, Not good Medicine

Laughter,  Not Good Medicine

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

thatthought

Still within her fought.

by Zoe Ashcraft