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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