A Happiness Poem
if a joy rhyme could bring forth a smile
Then my face would constantly dress in design.
If my ears could hear my computer display,
From one to an additional, they, also, would smile.
My keyboard kinds for my eyes not my tongue
This joy poem will never ever be sung.
What of my eyes? Don’t they beam?
Yes, but not from this rhyme of mine.
The pen is mightier than the sword,
However a pen can compose just words.
The sensations I notice and the senses I really feel
For key-board and display stay much too real.
My ears and my nose stay at rest.
My cheeks and hairline are doing their ideal.
But if this joy rhyme might make my mouth smile,
My face would certainly forever spruce up in style.