Flutterers

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'Angels'

FLUTTERERS

Show me an angel and I'll believe

That angels do exist.

That would be proof positive

That I could not resist.

And I don't mean that 'little angel',

That toddler in your street;

She is just a human child

Pretty, warm and sweet.

And I don't mean that angelic nurse

That 'angel' by your bed,

Without whose dedication

You, most likely, would be dead.

I mean an angel from above,

With wide, expansive wings,

Who flutters up above you

And likes to take care of things.

These angels  are like fairies,

Just in a longer dress,

The reason for their existence

Is our need for happiness.

They are imaginary friends,

Harmless but quite unreal,

Although they have, I must agree,

A picture-book appeal.

I don't believe in Santa Claus,

And Ghosts I tend to mock,

And if I saw a Yeti

It would give me quite a shock.

We've got to cope all on our own;

Angels? I simply doubt them.

Although we wish that they were true

We've got to cope without them.

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IN THE PINK

Maxine! You look in the pink!

Why ever is it that you think

That you need so much medication

To prolong your healthy situation?

Worrying about ill-health I'm sure

Invites the doctor to your door.

My attitude is very simple....

If you consider every pimple

To be a dire and ghastly threat

You'll toss and turn and fume and fret

And think yourself into malaise!

Too much worrying never pays.

If every little ache and pain,

Bruise and rash and stress and strain

Makes you rush for another pill,

You'll be thinking yourself ill.

Get up from that cosy bed;

Go for a good long walk instead.

Maxine, heed my salutations.

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I'm off to swallow my medications.

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