And now, a poem from my good friend Sam:

Happiness is a warm smile,
a pleasant compliment or
a kind look.
How many have pierced
the side of good nature
to see the rapture of
loveliness? And tried
to find a way to bottle
it up, so people could
have something to rebel
against; or maybe just
to prove that it's there.

Sam. :)

I am feeling really pissy and brash today. Keep me away from sharp objects, and certain folks.