That Uncertain Smile

Her smile may be like fire. But don't assume desire Your feelings in a whirl Dreaming of some future bliss An all-consuming kiss. She is your check-out girl No more, no less And you're her customer. So please refrain From bending on one knee And issuing a quick proposal To the embarrassment of all. You may recall that bigamy Is frowned on by the law, Ending in a slow Long queue waiting For the porridge ladle. If you are able Think of it this way. She is her own person With her own reason For awarding you that smile: You called her by her name Her shift is over in a while You've put your card in upside-down She may think you're a clown. Oh God forbid, my friend! But really in the end A smile is just a smile. So collect your bags and file Off please. I'm waiting To be served. It's me she fancies Naturally.