Saw some funky glasses
But I couldn’t quite decide.
I liked two styles, but should I let
The salesclerk be my guide?
I hemmed and hawed and tried them on
Again and then once more.
I needed someone else’s eyes
To really know the score.
I’d planned to meet my husband
So at last when he did show,
I alternately tried each pair
To see which way he’d go.
Turns out the clerk was right as rain
And even I agreed;
At last from all my indecision
I was finally freed.
But here’s a little postscript
With a cool ironic twist.
Those specs were really special
And not easy to resist.
And so the other glasses
Never made it to the shelf.
My husband tried them on and yes,
He bought them for himself!
angels are all around
they're present everywhere
guardians of our souls and bodies
of us they take special care
angels of the Kingdom of God
sent down from above
angels our own personal escorts
agents of God's love
they can come in any form or fashion
or personality
they are everywhere on earth
but of them, not everyone can see
an angel could have been that man
who helped you change a spare
an angel could have been that dog who barked
and of the coming danger you became aware
an angel could have been that teller at the bank
who informed you, you're due back extra change
an angel could have been that teenage boy
who for you held the doors on the train
an angel could have been that salesclerk
who told you that same dress was on sale down the street
an angel could be anything and anybody
you've encountered or just happen to meet
God sends His angels
to help us in our times of need
God sends His angels
to guide and protect us from harmful deeds
angels in our midst
of our welfare they are concerned
angels all around us
but of them can you discern?
(This is a fictional poem)
I stood in a long line at Wal-mart to get a Playstation 3.
But they sold out and something snapped in me.
I started smashing everything around.
I darn nearly brought the entire store down.
I broke all of their cups and I smashed every dish.
Then I took a bat and smashed the tanks with the fish.
Going berserk wasn't a good decision that I chose.
A salesclerk told me to stop and I shoved a goldfish up his nose.
I smashed all of their DVD players and every TV.
The cops were on their way to arrest me.
When the police arrived, they knocked me to the floor.
They beat me with their sticks and I sure am sore.
Now I'll be in jail for five years.
If I hadn't gone crazy, I wouldn't be here.