Poem About My Favorite Saint

Is not like my sink.

Your color pink is shiny.

Very new.

With all the clues.

Your face is so pretty.

Your hands are so small.

And, you are not tall.

You heal the unlucky.

Everybody loves you.

And, that is good.

I have that well understood.

I spent time with you.

Your party was great.

But, we did not eat grapes.

I left your party.

Very early.

And, as I departed.

I said my farewell.

And, I know I will be well.

FIN