Stay the blade
Till you’ve lathered the face,
It’s only a shave
Not the digging of a grave.
Hope you know what this means?
The dentists do the drilling;
Their procaine is painkilling,
The poet can slander;
He also is the greatest flatterer.
This also requires reason.
Flies hear a drop of honey’s call
Not the din of a gallon of gall.
Friendly remarks multiply friends;
Your frankness alone shouldn’t be the trend,
Be known also for some kindness.
Walk, tall, all you want, tall;
Let this be your goal, not another’s fall.
When the demand is to mock;
Choose instead to be a rock,
Make life easy – it is!
The fragrance pen
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:52 AM UTC
Stay the blade
Till you’ve lathered the face,
It’s only a shave
Not the digging of a grave.
Hope you know what this means?
The dentists do the drilling;
Their procaine is painkilling,
The poet can slander;
He also is the greatest flatterer.
This also requires reason.
Flies hear a drop of honey’s call
Not the din of a gallon of gall.
Friendly remarks multiply friends;
Your frankness alone shouldn’t be the trend,
Be known also for some kindness.
Walk, tall, all you want, tall;
Let this be your goal, not another’s fall.
When the demand is to mock;
Choose instead to be a rock,
Make life easy – it is!
The fragrance pen
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