Group Grinning and Social Smiling

The bitten in grin

Like something sour

Cannot cease smiling

Nor would I want to

Toothy, lipped or sarcastic smiles

The openness of people happening

On some interesting pretext

It can be black painted stone

Grey then sunny turn of tide

Give people five days

You will see two dozen souls

Conduct, construct, control

With admirable humour

So readily willing to get along

Even strangers see it and share smiles with them.

The second poem of a pair; thank you to Elsewhere and The Prince’s Trust present while I wrote it up with others over the week.

All the best,

J.W.H. Hobbs.