by Jennie Joy
In a fit of silliness, my suitemate told me to write a poem about how angelic she is. Here’s the finished product.
Do you see it glowing?
So beautiful and true!
Most lovely sight that ever was,
This ethereal golden hue.
An impish sort of laughter,
Soft twinkle in her eye,
Reflected from the gentle light
That dances as it shines.
Though to some she may seem
An odd fascination,
Tis the illusion of the beams
That causes much contemplation.
What sort of creature is she,
This virtuous mystifier?
Halo poised above her hair
With a little bit of wire.
