Gershon Wolf Poet Couplet

Heaven Help the Fallen Angel

                I met a fallen angel on a bus ride to L.A.
                   At first he demurred, having little to say

                After a while he loosened up a bit
                   spinning tales full of heavenly wit

                I was bold to inquire, “Do angels play the lyre?”
                   “Oh no,” came the reply. “We don’t even fib, sire.”

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Pascal Borg August 12, 2026 at 3:51 PM Do angels take the bus? I thought they'd all fly.

Ken Martin August 12, 2026 at 7:24 AM It's best to boast of L.A than be demure by the fallen one, nice rhymes.

Joseph P. DiMino August 10, 2026 at 9:16 AM But they do like a good Rib apparently...or are the all vegetarians? Gershon Wolf August 10, 2026 at 8:21 PM C'mon, Joe. Angels don't eat. Remember?!

John Lawless August 10, 2026 at 5:39 AM OH....NO....he didn't go there.....tell me he didn't do it..... Gershon Wolf August 10, 2026 at 8:25 PM Oh, but he did. His pants were on fire. lol.

Kim Rodrigues August 10, 2026 at 5:39 AM LOL..funny! Those angels best stick to the harp, but without harping ;) Gershon Wolf August 10, 2026 at 8:22 PM Harp, Harp. I hear the larp.