We'll sit on clouds with bubble- Yum!
And share in young delights
As we pick the Angels- Fling!
Whoa, you knocked out all his lights...
Age might come to hinder- Oh!
But we will not be moved.
Kicking Angels in the- Well...
I guess God disapproved.
So we sit in everlasting- Ouch!
Just burning in a Hell.
Wishing for Someone to- YES!
Oh, whip that Angel's tail! !
I've always imagined angels to be rather impish. I can still see you there, in heaven, livening things up a bit. Thanks for reminding me of 'young delights.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kyle, loved this piece humorous and very well composed....you've a great talent my friend keep'm coming best wishes Jon