his name was Edward St. James
resting now in the bone yard
atop the hill to the south
some say he had a good end
only aware that undoubtedly
he laughed until he couldn't
but little was known of the cause
that started his laughable plague
and still less was sought after
after Edward gasped his last breath
he had just returned from a venture
to the north to a relative for riches
the distant once removed such and such
had overlooked his sisters the bitches
thus all that glittered in his clutches
was bestowed to someone he knew little
twas Edward who had never even met
his benefactor known for frequent spittle
the lawyers had said all their spiel
and left Edward with his lot in the hall
among all the house keys, deeds and coins
a curious glass chalice stood tall
it glimmered just so in the dim light
to catch Edward's attention and eye
as he looked into the crystal cup
a faint design he thought he could spy
the ancient home had been greatly ignored
over the years the owner laid expiring
so Edward decided to return to his own home
as the whole trip had been trying and tiring
once there he relayed the news to friends
and reveled in his new found gold and wealth
pouring wine, Edward chose his new chalice
and his party drank to good luck and health
the first drink from the cup hit him hard
and Edward soon found himself in a stupor
but he continued with cheers after cheers
to where his boisterous laughter was super
the volume and frequency continued
until the rest of the room was still
yet Edward continued hollering his cheer
which was apparently beyond his own will
this condition stayed through the night
ravaging Edward's body with trepidation
he was bedridden for three more days
until he was met with his own expiration
the room was piercingly filled with quiet
once it was emptied of Edward's last breath
the smirking chalice stood tall on the table
having the last laugh in Edward's death
