Best Outcome [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Aha, finally I know why the Lord and Master
of the Crocodile Castle's been so unhappy
for three years in a row - and so I can pray
for the best outcome. After all the atheists
& agnostics have had their say; I don't know
what is the Power when I pray - but despite
their direst predictions, my invocations are
heard - I suppose it is because I'm a real
pain when concerned, so upon asking for
protection of my comrades I know the best

Outcome will be realised; and as my sis the
haughty Duchess on her cloud of peppery-
tongued anger and her Petruschka, the very
marvellous puppet of Russian theatre, are
visiting real soon, I think it would be a boon
if I can use my enforced bus voucher to go
down to the Cape and return with their help,
or vice versa, go down with them and return
to home with the voucher, whatever the final
solution; it would make up for my losing the

Money only to be redeemed by a bus trip; so
"Here I go, singing low Bye, bye sweetheart"
"I'm leaving on a bus trip, don't know when
I'll be home again" chocoholic mom and dad
will feed me the best chocolaty sweets; how
great that is, still having parents being 55
myself; let me dream on this & create such
a great experience with the Duchess and
her cute Petruschka - while the Lord and
Master of The Crocodile Castle refuses

To budge, of course….