Laughter
A Poem
by Anne G
Smooth your brow
and frown no more,
your face will thank you
with a smile.
A grin that spreads
from ear to ear
and lips to mouth,
good vibrations from within.
Like a tickle it begins
slowly building
then out loud,
smirk to laughter – LOL.
Chuckles, giggles or guffaws –
infectious, giddy, silly sounds;
tonic for a weary soul,
laughter does a body good.
Life’s too short
to moan and groan,
tempus fugit –
laugh, laugh, laugh.
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JUNE 2016 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Why write? I write because I am: Driven to distraction by the inequities of the society in which we live. Motivated by cruelty, abuse, ignorance and indifference. My intention: To poke, prod and provoke!
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
"Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." - Oscar Wilde
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