handsome […] as the chance juxtaposition
of a sewing machine and an umbrella
on a dissecting table!

Lautréamont, The Songs of Maldoror,
Canto VI, Verse 3

UMBRELLA:  A glorious and bountiful life I lead,

reclining in blissful indolence upon

This regal deluxe dissection table.

SEWING MACHINE:  Ah friend, do you not miss the pelting rains

Against whose downpours humans unfold you ?

Were I not summoned to this dread platform

Shirts, skirts, blouses, jackets would I bring forth…

UMBRELLA:  My memories of rain, they fade. Regrets

for bygone inundations have I none.

Enough, for me, this placid, blessed vale.

DISSECTION TABLE:  Lovely, this chance encounter between you.

I embrace you with cold and shining steel, etc, etc. 

PROMPT # 5:

write your own poem about how a pair or trio of very different things would perceive of a blessing

But seriously fellow poets, I cranked this surrealistic silliness out as pure formality,
so I am able to say with a clear conscience at least I attempted the prompt.