Once there was a dirt
by mistake it fell
on marble stuff
it glowed a bit white
it thought
it was a sight
passers by
all looked
thinking
how to kick out dirt
but dirt thought
it was cynosure
and hotly pursued and sought
dirt began to dry
become arrogant
and a bit of mud
and then came the time
to hammer its mind right
somebody took a garbage tray
and removed it clean from marble
and then took a cloth to wipe.
She said through mercy her fair complexion was reflection from divine face.