And sipping from his favourite wine
the sky now parted and a sign
fell down, its name was ominous
was it from a Miss Sourpuss?
Or was the matter a mistake
he slept while she was wide awake?
Her sunnies had the deepest tint
but he was sure he got the hint.
Of all the creatures, blessed be
the one who holds the purple key.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/well-hi-there/
