No rain; humility will grow;
God still listen, only seven round communion plate?
Priest sits, old stories to let know —
A string of wisdom to change where lies your fate?
Though internet would stay,
My e-mails went away
Tried everything to try and get them back;
One tip said an update
Had caused this awful fate,
Suggesting I reverse it for the lack;
No sooner done ‘undo’
The update came anew
So tried paid service to correct the fault;
It didn’t help at all . . .
What drove me up the wall
They then said e-mail them the fault to halt!
No e-mail here, of course,
— I’d told them — was in force,
So this entire exercise panned out
Like bucket with a hole,
To fix which, some bright soul
Says water should be brought in it, no doubt!!