Come play with us Angels sometime,
As God’s wonders treat us to an awesome time,
Whilst earthlings are ignorantly declaring,
Babbling about KNOWING that heaven is boring.

Then the Father summoned Gabriel telepathically,
“A top-secret mission.” He told him emphatically.
Can’t divulge the details on nairaland.com;
Neither will any get it on google.com.

With Jesus ’ joy in our hearts
We rode off in gliding carts,
All the while making merry
On our way to meet Teri.

We had a dialogue her at the synagogue:
“Sirs, I only did "it" with a mere dog;
Surely you can overlook that.” she was saying.
We weren’t waiting to indulge her braying!

We RAN across Lori in a shocking marvel.
Our eyes shall not see evil.
For our Lori most awesome
Was deeply in "it" with two at once!

We argued with Kari at the temple.
Her knowledge of philosophy and logic was ample.
“Sirs, hymen intact, who says my giving a “Mouth Action” is wrong?”
We answered her from our escaping wagon!

“Boy!” Gabriel did exclaim, “Man is sadly lame -
Insisting that legal/acceptable and right are the same,
When Creator-God already defined right and holy
And made His truth available to all freely.”

We picked Mary away from the market,
Where she was feeding her monkey from her basket,
Whilst teaching the teenagers sex education,
Though she herself had never been involved in fornication.

Top-secret mission accomplished at long last,
We settled down to having a blast:
Earthquakes, as our rocky missiles sent demons reeling,
And we set ablaze their asses with bolts of lightning!


Epilogue (THE BIRTH OF JESUS) : And Mary the true virgin became pregnant with an unusual child, uncontaminated with the fallen nature of man. At the fullness of time, she was delivered (yours truly being the Doctor-in-attendance) of a bouncing baby boy Jesus.

THANK YOU.

Spoiler-alert! The word “Mouth Action” did not exist then.

Deep stuff...will be back to explore this.

HumbledbYGrace: Deep stuff...will be back to explore this.

Thanks much, HBGrace.

S T R U C K!!!

So hear
You know I am already a fool
When it comes to you
I stalk you like a haunter
A haunter ill-prepared
To apprehend the victim

So that each time
I come close to you
I am all amped up
Adrenaline pouring through my blood
As I prepare to hop on you
And claim you for myself

But at the climax of my anxiety
I am reminded that
There really is no way to bring it through
This lack makes me burn hotter with sickening desire

For a moment
You look in my direction
Just in time to see me on fire
Oh darn! I reek of burns

I try to run away
But the trail of smoke betrays me wickedly
You try to reach for me
But, again, I think
What will be the end to it
What happens after you catch up to me
Stand and stare me in the face

So I run
Adrenaline oozing through my sweat
A strong pheromone
On someone dreading attention
And you chase me
Why you do I don’t know
But I won’t even dare to ask that
If and when you should catch up with me

I just run
Like a foolish lion
Who faced a horned antelope
To discover late
That he hadn’t grown any tooth or claw!