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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My Angel Bob is on vacation That is my predicament and situation You see for a few thousand years Hundreds of souls have been in his care Millions of prayers he sent to Above Always watching with quiet love Bob is a Class C angel in 9th Heaven he dwells You know the one next to Hell Works all day and through each night While the demons and devils mock him in delight He tries real hard to earn his wings He was up for really important things Once he was called upon a task so great But he overslept and he was too late It seems there was this virgin girl in Israel An immaculate birth to her he was to reveal But oversleeping he wasn't able So God sent down the boastful Gabriel And than there were these walls of Jericho Knock them down with a single blow And than if by choice he lost his voice So God sent down his thunder And the great walls fell under Poor Bob left out cause he couldn't shout And remember the evil of those two cities Sodom and Gomorrah a sight not for my pretties Fire and brimstone he was suppose to rain down But instead in his pail full of water no orders to drown So the glory again goes to Gabriel to boast He burnt those two cities to crispy toast Back to 9th Heaven on a ladder he must climb While the demons of Hell mock him in rhyme Poor Angel Bob even Bill the silly has wings It seems he helped Joseph intrepid a Pharaoh's dreams From Class C to B he roused rubbing it into poor Bob's nose You see Bob was to deliver Joseph's coat of true blue But he stumbled into a rainbow and dyes it of every hue Joseph was sold into slavery by jealous brother's schemes All Bob could say is I hope the boy has dreams Continued in Angel's Holiday (Part Two)
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