‘St. Luke, St. Luke, be kind to me.
In my dreams let me my true love see,’
Said Margret as she sipped her Lavender tea.
Daily she said this prayer in this way.
Tradition always demanded fidelity to propriety,
Though some might have thought
The young lady quite the veritable Dinosaur,
So smitten was she with old fashioned ways,
Although having barely passed
The Teddy Bear stage.
‘Surely,’ friends and family said,
‘You’ll sooner see an Elephant
Dancing in a Supernova.’
Every day she would listen for the
Gentle warble of a Nightingale
In the Wild Blue Yonder
Knowing that that signified good things
Yet to come.