Blue Bells, Niggly Knells Poem by John Sensele

On your fabulous face wear no frown
If someone should cut corners at your expense
Expecting you to turn blue or drown
In a sea of sorrow at the magnitude of their odious offence.

In your trampoline trajectory
You'll encounter twists and turns
From life's surprise factory
Where by mistake your heart yearns for ungrateful urns.

Fear not, shed not a tear
Surrender not to hicks your joy
Embracing a culture of febrile fear
Lest hicks should turn you into a tease toy.

Cry not, sigh not if the going should get tough
Or by mistake you should offer love to swine
Who won't thank you for soothing stuff
Your heart pours, pours, and pours into their vats of wine.