Look at you there, sayin' your prayers, <br />with never a thought or a care, for your guardian angel. <br /> <br />I expected to get that sweet quiet Kate. <br />Instead by some mistake, I get a rapscallion named Nate, <br />who leaps over garden gates and loves to tempt fate. <br />Well, just tell me, mate, who do you expect <br />to get you out of those scrapes? Your guardian angel. <br /> <br />Oh how it grates! At the last church supper <br />Who put that blinkin' toad in the salad bowl, <br />and tucked those grasshoppers in poor sleepin' Jake's <br />whiskers? Then, when he waked with a shriek <br />and ran for the lake, with all the churchfolk in his wake, <br />who made a beeline for the ice cream and cake? NATE! <br />And who will they blame up there? Your guardian angel. <br /> <br />But wait! What is that soft bright light? Ah, my angel friend. <br />They ask above if I'd like to trade Nate for Kate, sweet and angelic? <br />Well, it's like this; he looks kinda cute sleepin' there, <br />in that tangle of hair, all cuddled up to his teddy bear. <br /> <br />To leave him just wouldn't be fair. <br />After all, I am his guardian angel.<br /><br />Mary Naylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grouchy-guardian-angel/
