That Mystery, The Sky —

I asked the Sky for six-and-ten
And she said, "Call on Mercy:
For only she would help you now,
For she loves controversy."

I told the Sky I didn't think
That doing that was prudent;
For Mercy was a girl of rank,
And I was just a student.

And so, the Sky said she'd send Spring,
Although she came quite tardy;
And I sat there, a beaten man,
Aware I'd been foolhardy

For ever asking favors of
That mystery, the Sky --
When all I mostly had to do
Was suck it up
And try

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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