Hello.I come from a place called Smile,
Where we stack and we pile
Things we enjoy and revile
No matter the shadows there shown on the dial.
Here in Our Smile
You'll find finite textiles
In a great, infinite file
Where caution'd be useful 'gainst falling for guile.
Yes, in Smile you'll find bile
Often stored (as in phials)
That may certain defile,
Turning smiles into frowns thereby forced to exile.
Though, don't blemish or rile
Or recourse in denial
For each frown runs a mile
In the other direction right back into Smile.
Goodbye.