From: kevinhaleanderson@gmail.com   
      
   Prayer to St. Isadore   
      
   St. Isidore, St. Isidore,   
   To you we rogate, to you we implore:   
   Please let it (or not) shine or pour,   
      
   Bring on the bee, hold off the hoar;   
   Coax the oat, swell the meat   
   Of grape and nut;   
      
   encourage the wheat   
   To ripen fat in August heat   
   Then lay down, brown, for us to beat.   
      
   And bag in burlap with quadruple X’s   
   Haul to the mill with stone-ground reflexes,   
   Enliven the staff of both the sexes   
   By stuffing them full of B complexes;   
   Sweeten the soil’s sour grievance.   
      
   Correct the mustard’s feckles malfeasance,   
   Raise up the corn in rows of allegiance,   
   Bow down the cherry in fruitful obesiance;   
      
   O Guardian of squash and tendrilled pea,   
   Hoeing away at sanctity,   
   All ills of bud and vine and lea,   
   But mostly our garden, remedy.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)