In a lost book Augustine
wonders
Why a thunderbolt had to tell him
That St. Jerome was dead. Couldn't
A note have been slipped beneath his door,
Or a grey cat mention she'd heard it
From a calico who'd been told by a tabby
Who gotten the news from a grieving lion?
Really, Jerome was no more or less dead
Because thunder said he was
Or if angels had posted an announcement
In green and gold letters, thirty feet high.
Why a thunderbolt had to tell him
That St. Jerome was dead. Couldn't
A note have been slipped beneath his door,
Or a grey cat mention she'd heard it
From a calico who'd been told by a tabby
Who gotten the news from a grieving lion?
Really, Jerome was no more or less dead
Because thunder said he was
Or if angels had posted an announcement
In green and gold letters, thirty feet high.
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