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I Saw an Angel by My Bedside Last Night
I Saw an Angel by My Bedside Last Night
In the hush of twilight’s shroud,
An angel, draped in whispers, stood proud.
With wings uncurled, like shadows cast,
A light that beckons from realms vast.
Her eyes, two stars in eternity’s dome,
Chanting hymns of a celestial home.
With silver threads of moonlit grace,
She weaved devotion in this sacred space.
I fell to my knees, hearts intertwined,
In a world where mortal and divine are aligned.
Where dreams and faith waltzed upon air,
And immortality danced—free from despair.
“Celebrate the breath,” she tenderly spoke,
“For every heartbeat is a radiant cloak.
Embrace your darkness as part of the whole;
Let the night cradle your fervent soul.”
The shadows quivered but held no fright,
For I saw an angel by my bedside last night.
An American in Ireland
An American in Ireland
In a pub where the shamrocks all grow,
An American burst in with a glow.
He sipped on his stout,
Then let out a shout,
“The Guinness here’s better than snow!”
With a hat made of tweed on his head,
He danced like he’d just seen the dead.
The locals all laughed,
While he stumbled and quaffed,
“Is it me or this whiskey so red?”
He tried to say “sláinte” with flair,
But tripped over his own long hair.
Yet with every bad pun,
And each joke he had spun,
He filled up the room with good cheer!
A Man with a Match
The Matchmaker’s Mirth
There once was a man with a match,
Who dreamed he could set fire to scratch;
He flicked with delight,
In the glow of the night,
Then ignited his coat — what a catch!
With sparks flying high in the air,
He laughed at the curious stare;
“My wardrobe’s on fire!
What a laugh and a choir!
A bold fashion statement, I swear!”
So off he danced under the moon,
His jacket ablaze like a tune;
With each wobbly jig,
“Can you dance too?” he’d dig—
“Just don’t try this at home anytime soon!”
There once was a man with a hat
The Man with a Hat
There once was a man with a hat,
Who fancied he looked quite the brat.
He danced with a twist,
And laughed with a fist,
“Oh look at me! Who needs a cat?”
His hat was of colors so bright,
A rainbow that sparkled in light.
With each jolly step, He’d skip and he leapt,
Creating pure joy at first sight.
Around him, the children would play,
For laughter would brighten their day.
So they’d follow his lead,
In dance and in deed,
A whimsical show on display!
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