ANGELFACE
Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 8:13 am
ANGELFACE
It’s hard being an Angel just ask anyone who knows
Angels are always so polite – they never step on toes.
Angels are always quite pristine – never have gravy spots
and never do they blaspheme or at least dear God hopes not.
Angels are always helpful, always there to show the way
to the big chair in the big hall where newcomers say G’day
to the big boss in the long robes, he’s that bloke there with a beard
and though he sees all that you do – there’s none here are a’ feared.
They come in sizes big and small do Angels. Did you know?
They’re tall and short and fat and thin. All colours too on show.
They all have special talents and all excel at their work
and polishing those halos is a job that none must shirk.
Yes it’s hard being an Angel and there’s little time for rest.
We must practise on celestial harps – ensure our tunes are best.
And those harp strings need some plucking and our feathered wings do to
to keep them all together is an art - I’m telling you.
Well I’ve got to go and see a man about a dog today.
The dog has slipped his halo and he’s scampered right away.
He’s been seen mustering the clouds, the white ones, fast and woolly
the head Angel’s a tad concerned – that darn dog’s crossed with Bully.
But he’s OK I know him well – he’s been up here a while
a happy little chappy whose antics do make me smile.
He’s quite the sweetest Angel and he always wears a grin
though he is quite an anomaly for he’s as black as sin.
It’s hard being an Angel just ask anyone who knows
and not all beer and skittles, the work keeps you on your toes.
But come on in and look around, you will like what you see.
Those six dogs there all know you? Quite a welcome I agree.
Maureen Clifford © 11/12
It’s hard being an Angel just ask anyone who knows
Angels are always so polite – they never step on toes.
Angels are always quite pristine – never have gravy spots
and never do they blaspheme or at least dear God hopes not.
Angels are always helpful, always there to show the way
to the big chair in the big hall where newcomers say G’day
to the big boss in the long robes, he’s that bloke there with a beard
and though he sees all that you do – there’s none here are a’ feared.
They come in sizes big and small do Angels. Did you know?
They’re tall and short and fat and thin. All colours too on show.
They all have special talents and all excel at their work
and polishing those halos is a job that none must shirk.
Yes it’s hard being an Angel and there’s little time for rest.
We must practise on celestial harps – ensure our tunes are best.
And those harp strings need some plucking and our feathered wings do to
to keep them all together is an art - I’m telling you.
Well I’ve got to go and see a man about a dog today.
The dog has slipped his halo and he’s scampered right away.
He’s been seen mustering the clouds, the white ones, fast and woolly
the head Angel’s a tad concerned – that darn dog’s crossed with Bully.
But he’s OK I know him well – he’s been up here a while
a happy little chappy whose antics do make me smile.
He’s quite the sweetest Angel and he always wears a grin
though he is quite an anomaly for he’s as black as sin.
It’s hard being an Angel just ask anyone who knows
and not all beer and skittles, the work keeps you on your toes.
But come on in and look around, you will like what you see.
Those six dogs there all know you? Quite a welcome I agree.
Maureen Clifford © 11/12
. I've got 6 up there already waiting for me 