Ode To Old Smiley - Poem by Frederick Kesner
See, a smiley or a lack thereof
doth not a writer make
but dressing-up like Antoinette
doth usually win the cake
what equine sacrifice will meet
agreement for disagreeing?
for if a quill with parchment wed
shan't send the torments fleeing
pour ale, splatter ink, mine friends
send Smiley-in-trousers twirling!
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