Submitted by deadbeatnymph
Adapted from "Poem #126" from Canzoniere by Petrarch
From beautiful shelves fell
(sweet in our memory)
a rain of cookies into His lap
and He sat
humble in such yumminess,
covered already by the fog of cookie dust.
One cookie fell on a hem,
one on the mysterious patch,
which was polished silver and pearl
to behold on that day;
one cookie fell to earth, one into the frappuccino,
one, with a vagrant gambol
swirling seemed to say: Here reigns Prettiness.
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