Little Angel

A perfect little angel,
Her parents pride and joy,
Doesnt drink, nor smoke,
Never been touched by a boy.
A perfect little Christian,
Gloves, stockings and all.
She dressed as an angel,
For the Church Halloween ball.
She lived it up angel style,
By staying all alone,
And doing nothing that,
God would condone.
She wore her own clothes,
But stuck wings on her back,
With a staff in her hand,
An angelic look was her knack.
A cute little skirt,
And pointed shoes to match,
No one ever suspected,
A lady was her dream catch.

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