Roses

There she was just a-walking down the street singin ...

God must be smiling really brightly at me.

Anything I touched turned into a splendour of roses.
Anything I saw were a feast for the eyes.
Anything I heard was music to the ear.
Anything I said came out like the best-dressed poems
of Shakespeare himself.
Anything I tasted was sure as hell, better than chicken.

Ascribe it to luck, fate or destiny; I had a wonderful time.

Wondeful is so much of an understatement.

We saw.
You query.
We greeted.
You query.
We conversed.
You query.
We smiled and had a great time.
You turn green, with utmost envy.
We?
I query.

.ilum.