The Smile

2003

A poem for the Elizabethans

Oh joy, what joy!
Is it not a great day to be here,
To smile and express our joy
One with another?
What, why doest thou smile, not
O' noble Englishman?
True tis not the day of celebration
Nor tis it the day of anniversary
Of mine own coming in the world.
Nay tis neither of those.
But know ye that we, the English,
Liveth in an age most wonderful of
All our history, the age of the
Virgin Queen Elizabeth.
And in this great age, many things
Have come to pass for the
Betterment of our society.
What has come to us you ask?
Thou hast seen nothing new?
Didest thou not see my smile?
What else could I speak of but a brush?

Nay, I speak not of the one thou
Might use for the straightening and shaping
Of thy hair.

Yea I speak of the one, the only
BRUSH FOR THY TEETH!

Do not let thyselves be fooled by its commonplace.
This little brush can work miracles on thy teeth.
Just look upon my own smile
And see for thyselves.
What?
What sayest thou?
Nay, nay tis not for the straightening and shaping
Of thy teeth.
Tis for the cleaning and whitening.
Good sir, smile. Smile for us all.
See thou hast night upon thy teeth,
While mine own have the shining rays of day.
When it is night, dost thou not wish for day?

So come one and all,
Use the teeth brush, and feel for thyselves
The radiance thy smile can have.
No longer will we frown
But smile like unto Mona.

And with that I bid you
A smiling
Adieu.