Angel Frolics

Angel Frolics long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

Two little angels
Feeling very bored
Took their leave of heaven
A journeyed to the world

Climbed upon a rainbow
Slid down with heart’s delight
Stomped up the star- way staircase
And down the yellow stripe

Lingered on the indigo
Danced upon the green
Admired the purple shimmer
That merged into a stream

Watched the trout a jump in
Decided it was fun
To dive into the water
Beneath the noon-day sun

Sat and prattled with a frog
Flew a rock so slick and slimy
With algae clinging to it
They felt a little grimy

With a swish and a whoop
And a plop into a pool
Bathed their angel bodies
Oh, it felt so cool

Out and up upon a toadstool
Kicked their little toes
Teased a little Willie worm
As he squirmed upon a rose

As if it was a phone
And God’s voice came right back
“It’s time to come home” !

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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