You can diffuse so much tension with just a smile. For some reason I chose a rift between ice fishermen as the backdrop. All kinds of fun wordplays here. 

Standing on this pond of ice, 
I think I’m going to crack — 
Fencing with a friend o’er the line 
That divides our rickety shacks. 
 
Each man demanding his fair share, 
Of where the catfish congregate; 
Stout-bodied, scaleless, fish a-schoolin’ 
(Yet each other we did bait). 
 
Then like a rusted anchor’s flukes, 
I hooked his eye with a smile, 
And rid the matter that encircled, 
This well of pleasure undefiled.