Friday, June 4, 2010

Bad poetry interlude

From "The Value of a Smile," in Verses I Like, by Major Edward Bowes, 1939:
The thing that goes the farthest towards making life worth while,
That costs the least and does the most, is just a pleasant smile.
The smile that bubbles from a heart that loves its fellow-men
Will drive away the cloud of gloom and coax the sun again.
It's full of worth and goodness, too, with manly kindness blent -
It's worth a million dollars, and it doesn't cost a cent.
That is just verse one - it goes on for several more verses. If you English major-types wish, you can discuss why this is bad poetry in the comments. Happy Friday!

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