John Donne

I could write you poems like John Donne
That pun quite wittily on Christian tropes
And yet I know you hate it when I pun,
Which dashes all of my prospective hopes.
For if you didn't mind it, I could tell
Of how for Easter one indeed has risen,
Or narrate a descent down into hell
Since lacking your grace is, like hell, a prison;
I could describe in paraphrase how your
Unwarranted and thereby purer grace
Has saved me from the fate I faced before
And how your mercy raised me up from base.
But you hate puns, and I must leave them by
Sometimes I ponder using them, and sigh.