My 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!