a smile

A feature of the face, infecting
Our thoughts, words and deeds
Faster and quicker than contagious
More recognisable than celebrity
A love’s desire and laughter's laugh
Hope’s trust and optimism’s wealth
A smile, tis called, attraction’s appeal
Tis it that makes a face beautiful

Its lure, more mesmeric than magnet
Mulling over satisfaction with glee
Has ensnared happiness in its bosom
Affably inviting the afflicted and all
Into a pleasantly compassionate cult
Arms wide open and a heartful heart
A curled lip, glittery eyes and warmth
To hug, cuddle and soothe ourselves

the boss' fart

The mood was gloomy, everyone depressed;
Work, work and all instructions.
Straight faces and no smiles,
Tense, the ambience, airy, the breeze.
Then the big fat boss walked across,
A notorious, silent-but-deadly wind break followed.

The smell, uh…., it was ‘aromatic’
It excelled in stench, and reeked,
Of eggs, beans and kontomire.
Lips curled up, and noses twitched.
Faces brightened and eyes quizzed,
The boss had farted, who will beat the gong gong?

Oh… what a smell? the accountant voiced,
As he entered with an invoice.
Imprisoned laughter echoed in the office; even,
The clock chuckled. Sheer delight on every face,
An indifferent posture, an ‘excuse me’ look,
The boss kept, And we had a gas-filled day at work.