All English Sonnets
To whatsoever field, I, God, apply,
I face reluctance, back to zero bounce.
And get a hefty “No” as stock reply,
Whenever some ambition, I announce.
You issued me to Earth on your account
Or did you use a cheque-book which was wrong?
To other galaxy it really did belong
For in your earthly balance, all amount
Is less than what you wrote against my name
And like the petty thieves or smart alecks ,
You thought that it would cause me little shame.
You loaded all your dice, packed your decks
And want that I should take the final blame
I didn’t know you issued bouncing cheques.