This poem is not about any of my friends and family.

What's the point of being miserable when you can easily put a smile on your face.

Then instead of feeling grumpy, you can become part of the human race.

So come on mate, bare those teeth and open your chops,

and I'll treat you to a day at the shops.

Because sadly, being grumpy doesn't wash with me.

Just go and have a cup of tea.

Also, it doesn't hurt to be polite.

I'm not asking for a fight.

Although thinking on it some more,

I would dearly love to knock you to the floor.

Then I won't be smiling, I'll be laughing my head off.

And at you I will scoff.

Being a pain is just hard work.

So just smile you silly berk!