Sorry Sally Sombrepot
Had not smiled for a fortnight.
She said she could, but she would not,
(She’s nothing if not forthright).
For smiling, sorry Sally said,
Comes from a disposition:
A merry mood, a happy head,
Not forced by imposition.
So Sally’s stern face stayed like this,
A doleful, cheerless child.
Till Johnnie Jollie stole a kiss:
And then, I swear, she smiled.
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