Nicey Silly Sticks

There once was a daughter of a special poet.  And the poet wrote about tales of sadness and exuberant celebration.  The daughters name was Nicey Silly Sticks.  One day Nicey approached her father in his study and said "daddy, how come you smile in the morning and laugh in the middle of the night".  Her father was perplexed as he did not know that he really had indeed such habits.  So to see if this was true, he asked his wife to tell him if he indeed did smile in the morning and laugh in the middle of the night. 
Nicey was a smart girl but she had a tragic flaw.  She was a funny person who was just too funny to smile at by the plumber who came to her house to fix her drain.  I thought she was so funny that I just could not stop laughing.  And guess what, it was just that funnyness that Nicey brought into the day of her father which made him wake up in the middle of the night and laugh.  And when he got up in the morning, he was always all smiles.  It was something noone noticed until Nicey made mention of this interesting combination of affect.
The moral of this story is that if you really like your smile, smile once a day.  But if you dont like to write about sadness or the opposite extreme, buy your daughter a dress at which a plumber can smile.   If she sees that the plumber does not smile when he sees her she might not be so funny.  So I must tell you that I really love Nicey Silly Sticks, but I cant say she loves me!  I know shes smart and I know shes happy in her own way, but why am I sitting at home every day instead of smiling at Nicey when I do the plumbing in her mansion?