[miss oddchick]

Nice work, Reptile! Here is another poem of my own invention:

Only An Angel

The church bells ring,
Oh, what hope they did bring,
On this glorious day in May,
It would be, planned out and booked, our happy wedding-day
But now the plan,
Changed there and then,
For terrible happenings came,
Another angel heaven, had unrightly gained.
As the funeral procession went by,
Hope was to die.
As the church rang its bell,
My lover was...nothing more than an angel.

Pretty stupid....It doesn't really make sense.... Oh well, I'll try harder next time.

Oddchick