The Fallin' Angel

The Fallen’ Angel


Being an angel is not so much fun
Maybe you think so but then, you ain’t one.

I’m just a small one; a messenger dude
But some of the pranksters just like to be rude.

Just like today sitting at the feet of my boss
The clouds opened up and I was quite at a loss.

What do I do, and where are my feet.
Never mind my feet, what about my seat?

I began to fall through that hole in the sky,
I was falling and falling and didn’t know why.

My head was spinning and my arms were flailing
As through the atmosphere I continued sailing.

Far down below I saw you were eating
A bowl of soup I saw you were heating.

I fell and I fell and landed Ker plop
In your steaming bowl I did suddenly drop.

That fly in your soup was not really a fly
It was me in distress when I let out a cry.

Then suddenly I remembered my wings
And flew back through the sky and all sorts of things.

I arrived back home to applause from the staff
The pranksters among them all had quite a laugh.

Sorry about the angel hair in your soup
But after my fright, your lucky it wasn’t ….something else.


14 July 2009