Why so Sirius

 "Why so Serious?" people have asked me lots; put a smile on the face; 

some cream and sugar in your bitter coffee. Honey perhaps a slice of 

lemon on the rhim, to feel the grin on your chin. I vent Chile 

circumventing the thrill to deep chill in your abridged senseless overkill! 

I am as white as a raven goes, when Sirius was Black and fell through 

the mirror cracks -- the jars of cray unbroken in the clay masse distinction. 

What does a crayon want more then to be drawn off and written out -- Nirvana 

May the mokša and Kismet be with you, as the force majore embraces the meek. 

Why so Sirius -- so I could fit Orions belt and be Nimrod in Yahveh Sebaots gaze!!