A-smiling At Me

The CharlatanChild will undergo quick surgery under

the quacks tomorrow, the CharMaster slams the door

and rises in whirling smoke and brimstone because the

hapless CharDad worries about his CharFamily all the

time, off he charges on his steed, an exploding volcano

 

Now armed with foresight and insight the CharFamily

smiles bright, ready to calm a fuming CharFather down,

sagely the CharDaughter nods, laughing and skipping  

because she knows she still holds the Key to the Char-

Lord’s heart, while Alice waters the garden & soaks up

 

The sun, tomorrow all will be well, these troubling times

are but a storm in a teacup; though slow of thought and

heavy of tread for lack of sleep, life still is a-smiling at me!