If evil comes close, and is more than a rumour,
you must have recourse to your sense of humour.

Recall, when your cup of sorrow fills,
that laughter is sovereign to cure all ills.

If you've swindled a friend, or betrayed your love,
a hearty laugh will fit like a glove.

The salesman's greeting, the consumptive's cough
can never hurt if you laugh them off.

There'll be no Judgment, have no doubt of it,
but should there be, you can laugh your way out of it.

If you're thinking too closely of the hereafter,
gain peace of mind with a deep draught of laughter.

Laughter is sovereign to cure all ills;
only honesty stabs and kills.