My own private rainbow!
Not so, not so.
Oh yes, the right side pierced the fir—
Impossible. No way, no sir!
Pounding hailstones turned to rain,
What, my dear, do you hope to gain?
Then diamonds forged the semi-circle—
The full entire spectrum purple?
Spellbound awe was window-framed
(Forty-two degree angle claimed!)
As Richard Of York Gave Battle In Vain!
Illusions, my dear, through your windowpane.