Marigold was happy

She lived in a lovely town

In a lovely house

With lovely views of the sea

She was academically comfortable

And very feminine and attractive

Marigold was God Happy

She then met Adam

Who she instantly loved

He was very kind

And treated her well

They went to the nicest of places

But he never took advantage

And was genuinely shocked

When she went topless

On a beach holiday in Crete

They married simply

In a rural church

Just before the war

Adam joined up and became a pilot

Which Marigold hated

She prayed a great deal

And God answered her prayers

As Adam was promoted

Away from the skies

Marigold was God Happy

She had always been God Happy

Even though wars

Were being fought in his name

Bernice and Bertie arrived

During the final year of the conflict

The good guys had won hands down

And things slowly returned to normal

Adam had done his duty

Marigold had done her bit

She knew that God was again happy

And because God was happy she was happy

The world although wounded was recovering

Sunflowers and cornflowers had returned in abundance 

Linnets and larks flew tunefully in the peaceful skies

And brightly painted wheelbarrows

Were now appearing in the village

They had been created from the remains

Of tired and redundant tanks