In a deal with thee, Lord

Thou art O Lord a unique One, And I am a value-less nought, (Sans thee oh what a worthless dot!) And an object of abject fun! I've come thence to thee, this to plead: Be thou Good Lord my life's sole lead And let me just tag on to thee, To One-- zeroes like chicks of hen-- In various powers of ten, This way can we grow, ye and me. Sans zeros One remains just one, Sans One, zeros are next to none. This may sound a wee bit selfish, So how here cooked is every dish!!! ______________________ Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) | 02.03.2007 | humour Note: Most prayers sound like a bucket list of wishes and wants. Often, they are conditional give and take— if you grant me this O God, I'll do that, so on so forth. This ditty has reduced it to a business deal, no less!