“FOR X-MAS!” a poem Friday: December 7, 2018
Now, I lay me down to sleep,
I pray, Dear Lord, don’t let me weep!
Please give me angel wings, so I,
Can be-with-him; please, let me fly,
To him-a-sleeping – and wrap around,
My pretty wings, without a sound,
So, I’ll embrace-him – and kiss him nice,
I-love-angel-kisses, with sug’-and-spice!
And I will touch-him; we’re-a-really-“good-fit,”
I’ll lick him gently, just a bit,
So-as-not-to-awaken; I will be gentle,
“I AM YOUR ANGEL!” – Little Lentl!
And we can fly – around the room,
My wings are droppey! We can “zoom,”
And-my-b’s-are-tender; – hard,
Come-now, ride-’em, my Texas “pard!”
I’ll place my tongue, into your ear,
To mush around, and catch a tear,
For you are dreaming – of-your-w-tonight,
A h – y-angel’s – always ripe.
To f-an-angel, but you can sg,
This-angel royally – just grab my wing,
And pull me in; then – back away,
And over-and-over, the angel’s way,
And-f-me-‘tween-my-wings a thousand different ways,
And splash you all over with kisess! (I love it, when she prays:
Her familiar prayer: ’bout being angel-born,
And, as I ope’-my-eyes – so much forn-
I – ca -tion’s happened; I’m in a lying pool,
And an-angel-feather-floats-in-the-air – That’s pretty cool!
‘Cause It’s Christmas morn, and my angel flew away;
She’s the perfect X-mas gift! pa rumpa pum pum! 🙂 – Me and my b-