A Kiss From Heaven

Once, when the day was cold and misty

I set out for a trip down to a lonely spot

Filled with gardens so flowery

There, I settled down and started a work of art

Yet, my poetry was all rotten and stale

Nothing could cure my stagnant mind

Not even a sip of ale

Harshly, I chose to leave my art behind

When O Magic, O Pure Bliss

A sheep appeared, all pink in fleece

And took my pen in his hand

And gave me verses to tend

Beautiful, Lyrical

None could be more mystical

Before he left, on my cheeks, he left a kiss

And said, Fear never the evil adder's hiss!

Remember, the garden of Eden

Is still full of angels, so awakened

So relish in your poetry

As if it were your sole duty!