Laughter

If laughter be the medicine

that my soul doth crave

perhaps a view of different ones

shall be of all the rave

For cackle, gut, embarrassed laughs

of much variety

shall bring my spirit low to high

for rich sobriety

Though fearful laugh be much the thought

with chirping, high pitched growl

each he, he, he and tee, tee, tee

shall heal me here and now

Lest sinister be thus the laugh

of those both low and high

the evil cynic's guiltless quest

to take away my life

And guilty laugh from one's convict

the emptying of soul

the subtle sneer from evil ones

who quiet voice their role

And ho, ho, ho for jolly laugh

the declarant of time

though loud and blasting he doth share

his humor as a mime

The hesitant and stubborn laugh

with retribution's will

at circumstance and noted cause

the situation fill

The loud and boisterous cringing laugh

at death or hurt or pain

and not so subtle be these ones

for those without a brain

Lest one forget the baby's laugh

incredulous belief

both unrestrained unbridled cheer

for all who need relief

And finally the muffled laugh

in church or quiet place

the catatonic hebephren'

doth easily embrace

So bring thus laughter in thy life

and with it daily fill

the medicine that quiets soul

when nothing else quite will