He said…

If to quell were an outlawed act
To win a mocked at indulgence
To surpass a useless gratification
To covet a visible crime
 
“I’ll carpet”, He said, “Your abode with a giving greenery”
“I’ll mutate thy existence to a walk on silky sands,” He promised
 “There’ll be no bad, or good, just the right one,” He chuckled
“The sheer boredom of the implausible, is giggle worthy.” 
He got busy with the real stuff—complaining rain clouds.