An Ode To An Angel
Fallen From Grace
T'was
a quiet day in heav'n - the year of the seventies,
nary a creature strirred, not even the flies,
When suddenly, shattering the aura so serene,
came a yelping cry from St. Augustine,
"O lor' " he cried, "forgive the intrusion,"
"Someone's entered heav'n without permission!!"
"What?"
cried the Almighty, visually enraged,
"Such plunder, such callousness, such sacrilege!!"
"And who's the intruder?? How hath HE crept
in?"
"I know not O lord," sobbed St. Augustine...
"Quick" ordered the lord, "send for St. Peter
And ask him to bring the intruder-meter"
St.
Peter rushed forth, after securely locking the gates Pearly,
"The intruder is five foot one, and is not
a beau but a li'l girly!!
"She's crept in from the needle's eye - strange,"
he declared,
"Is tan in complexion and is also
black haired"
In a flash, they looked through heaven's census
books of old,
And found but one fitting the description
- Dilini Annappah-Reynold!!
"Ah
hah!!! The little troublemaker" cried the Lord, chagrined,
"Has always been mischievous, the little devil,"
the angelic host chimed in,
So then and there a decision was reached,
Heaven's laws, after all, had been breached,
So, dear fellow mortals, that was when
she was banished to earth for four score years
and ten.
Anyone
who enters heaven automatically gets wings,
And, of course, those bright yellow saintly
rings,
Before being banished, however, the wings
were clipped,
and those luverly rings from her head were
ripped,
"Even on earth," the lord said to her, "you
may grow your wings,"
"But the only way to do that is by doing good
things..."
Poor,
poor, Dilini, she looks so forlorn,
She's more than a mortal, but yet her wings
are gone,
Well, once she helped this fellow do some
graphics for a web ring,
And after that did grow a little bit of wing!
"Dilini, you are an angel!!!" he did cry,
"Well...um....almost" was her quaint reply.
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