Whimsical

I could smile for a mile
Although it wouldst take me a while
To do it with style
Wouldst only beguile
So i'll lock it away, in my happy file

I could grin with a gin
Agin', and agin', and agin'
But i doubt, i'd remain thin
As i joined Hogarth, at an inn
Ice, and a slice, as we upped our chin

Or wander fair, in the fresh air
As the breezes cools, my hot derriere
And be ever so debonair
With a certain amount of rustic flair
But would i? could i? actually dare?

I could bare my soul, or my chest
Not quite sure, what is best
As i feel the sea, upon my breast
But as you may of guessed
All this is written, mostly in jest......

by Jemia