'An angel never wriggles, sulks or talks, ' <br />The small boys' harassed teacher told her class; <br />Then marked out on the floor with coloured chalks <br />Where each of them should stand. 'Nor does he pass <br />His hamster round, ' she added testily. <br />The kings and shepherds waited, smug and proud; <br />How each rebellious angel yearned to be <br />A king, or at the least to have a cloud <br />To sit upon. The shepherds had their sheep; <br />The kings had cardboard crowns and gifts to bring; <br />And even Joseph had his wife to keep <br />Him occupied and stop him fidgeting. <br />That angels never moved or spoke, they knew; <br />But what, they puzzled, did real angels do?<br /><br />Mary Spain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conscripted-angels/
