Grins. Never met one I didn’t like

Are you saving them up, for some rainy day?

Afraid you’ve not enough to give any away?

If you insist and persist to share only grey,

…a little risk that exists in that some may just stay.

They could cast a spell, if the right round of them fell

or, like Pavlovs’ Spaniel, crave the sound of a bell.

I say, “spend them like hell, they grow back so well,

or twice as swell, until you try you can’t tell.

A bowl of soul nourishment and always in style.

They’re hopeful encouragement and wear well in profile.

They’re best kind with which to spend time in any drink for awhile,

all the swimmers, dripping glimmers in each wink, grin and smile.


What do you think?

Written by Beada Beada


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