30 May 2012
Just heard a kerfuffle
From on high,
The blue-eyed angel
Giving a sigh.
She's just told her mistress
The goddess, oh my,
How she fell in love
With one who's not from the sky.
'He's handsome and my age
And ever so smart,
And his sister's called Katie,
She's Her friend for a start.'
Her being I
As I hear her depart
The ludicrous details
From my world, set apart
From the gobsmacking scene,
Favourite fallen from grace,
Perhaps this tainted cherub
I can replace?
She doesn't like to think
Her girls have a taste
For distractions, obstructions,
Time put to waste.
As I already know
She prefers us in books,
No smiling, no winking,
No flirtatious looks.
She voices all of this
As her favour she sook,
While I heard it all
From my little nook.
A disapproving mumble
As the angel's dismissed,
A shambles I have now
Sadly missed
Watching, though I eavesdropped,
I couldn't resist
T'would be even worse
If she knew they had kissed.
Oh, do I sense
On my shoulder a devil
Who'd cause me to laugh,
In her pain to revel?
The once fallen angel,
Restored to her pedestal
To knock off the other,
Who for love risked it all.
Will I or won't I?
We'll have to see,
I wouldn't like her
To do it to me.
But oh, the joy,
Unadulterated glee!
To see her beg,
Belittled by me.
Hark The Herald • Opuss № I