I sobbed in the blue
Midnight blues
No succour within the bricks blue -
No vindicating clues
No balmy ointment
No wound’s treatment
No teddy to cuddle
It was chagrin and hurdle
Midnight grumbles.
I was pretty saddened
B’cause my wounds reddened
From their spoken laden.
It was a mammoth burden
That’s why I was maddened.
But I pity the scoffers
B’cause they are idle loafers -
Nosy parkers, who monger scuttlebutts,
They are not brainier than cigar butts.
Lo and behold, heaven visited my trouble
And gave me double for my trouble
Heaven humbled those who rattled
B’cause He hearkened to my grumble.
To make my wage triple,
Heaven redouble my marble.
In my eyes it was a marvel -
Glory to Heaven for blotting my trouble;
Bless Him, for He alone, gives coddle.
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