Once upon a?midnight,
Whilst I sat down pensively
My nephew asked me a question
“Why does God live so far?”
I did not know how to answer him
But then I remembered vividly
“The Myth of the Rain-maker.”
I began by recounting tales;
Tales as told in “A book that never dies”
Begins with love but ends in tragedy.
Once, God had a wife
She was the beauty words could not describe,
She really loved God,
And God loved her back.
