It’s like I’m only waiting for Godot
And yet to esperar is also hope
I wonder, does he habla espanol
Or is life just a thing with which we cope
(The slant rhyme in that quatrain works quite well)
“Godot” and “espanol” don’t really rhyme
But, wait for it, like heaven waits for hell
Oh yes, you know such knowledge is sublime
Sublimity is like a hungry cat
Sublimity will eat most anything
I watched one time it chased and caught a rat
Sublime, the song of death I heard it sing
So esperar sublimely and you’ll know
Sublimity is waiting for Godot.
(with apologies to Beckett)
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