Although I am the type to appreciate the gray weather we've been having, the prospect of returning to Assumption tomorrow and having to catch up with my work has made me a bit blue. To cheer myself up, I wrote an octet about a blue of a different kind.
The fringe of blue that coats the mountain range
Envelops Creation in just the way
That laughter's sung in every place she'll stay.
A sunburst spreads all through the silent, strange
Laspe in machinations once the joke's done:
My sole desire is to see that glare
About the lady with the child's stare;
I hope her slender smile might be won.
That, then, is all for now.