AN IMPISH POEM

 IT WAS LATE NOVEMBER, IF I STILL REMEMBER
WHEN THEY DESCENDED FROM HEAVEN’S HEIGHT,     
BAREFOOTED FAIR CREATURES
LIGHT AND PRETTY LIKE DRAGONFLIES,
WHO DARED TO COME DOWN
IN ALL SHAPES AND FORMS                       
SMALLISH AND SLEEPY EYED.     
I HAD AN HOUR OF LEISURE
WATCHING THE BIRDS FLYING AROUND
WHEN THE PLUMP CHERUBS AND SKINNY FAIRIES
DESCENDED SWIFT AND LAUGHING LOUD.
I WAS CAUGHT IN A BAD MOOD                                                    
FROM SLEEPING DEEP AND SOUND,
SO, I SHOT THE LITTLE CREATURES
--AND FOR THAT I AM NOT TOO PROUD.