The space between stars is not empty,
So chance that you can be great is plenty,
That's by finding emptiness a space
And making yourself shine in that place.

Insomuch, your head isn't in the cloud,
Strive hard to stand out in any crowd,
Though, stars glow less bright for a stranger,
But sunshine sweat can be the changer.

You have to find that space to twinkle,
You just have to shine out of a crinkle.
That's the surest way to break the jinx,
And to welcome success when it winks.

Though, the space is full of obstacles,
And chance of success in particles.
You must create that emptiness to fill,
So finding the space must be your skill.

Face all your setbacks and face them well,
Just mind not what they say let them yell,
Leave them to their shouts,
Leave them with their doubts,
For all you care they can go to hell.

Just fresh out of one of our drinking bars,
I looked up to the sky and saw some stars,
Drunkenness whispered to me t'was midday,
Why will stars be on the sky that's that grey?

So I asked my friend who was as well drunk,
"Ol' boy! What's that in the sky, you drunk crunk?
He muttered what beer brewed into his head
"You fool! I'm not sure what it is." He said.

A guy, even more drunk than us, was near,
He told us as he was advised by beer,
"Oh! That's the early morning sun." He claimed.
We agreed! Why more than one sun was queer.

We then went to our separate houses,
Night being morn', a tale to our spouses,
Only that beer made our sleeps lasted hours,
Woken up to empty pockets' grouses.

Darkness emerged from a creepy black shadow,
Bringing along silence with its spooky loads,
If not for the scary croaks of flirting toads,
The loud silence would have begged to have a foe.

As the night sky unfolded its sombre frowns,
Towering trees loomed, casting an eerie light.
The silhouettes of their branches, a haunting sight,
In that gloom, even nothing wore ghostly crowns.

No month charms me better than October,
It needs no strong drink to make me sober.
Cool as a cucumber, it brings delight,
And joy as vast as Jupiter's great might.

You bid farewell to September with cheers,
As you have always done for many years,
Soon November's hue will fade away,
For December's chill too to hold sway.

You lead the park but scare no sheep,
An ewe went astray while you sleep,
Why weren't you on call round the clock?
To care for and protect the flock.

Your meow is just too soft a bleep,
No shepherd rules you could just keep.
How will you keep away the fox?
When your greed desires too the *****.

The sadness you caused is too deep,
I will have to sell you off cheap.
You made my farm be on the rocks,
Sorrow is what you have in stocks.

You are proud to be a blacksheep,
Your joy is to see others weep.
At your foolishness, the dogs mock,
Who will wake me up from this shock?