Laughter
That is the answer.
The sweet smiles of two happy friends
Moments of pure bliss
A dog, a girl, and laughter
As sweet as a kiss.
A fixer and elixir
The one that cures all
It surely works for me.
And keeps me on the ball.
The universal remedy
Guaranteed to heal all ills
And gets the body going
Without the use of pills.
It is the panacea
The one we’ve had since birth
And is the magic bullet
The name of it is joy.
Laugh till the sides hurt.
Then try a second round.
Guaranteed to heal you
And keep you safe and sound.
It can be done in tandem.
On a bike or in a car
In the grass, slow or fast
Whether near or far.
Try it on the telephone.
It’s bound to fit the bills.
A cure-all and wonder drug
To heal all your ills.
You don’t need a prescription.
Just call me on the phone.
Tickles never fickle
You’ll never be alone.
So, if you have the lurgy
The flu or even giardia
If you laugh like a giraffe
You’ll laugh in Arcadia.
©
David Rudder
2023
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