The sun was brightly shining.

There was stardust in the air.

The Angel’s were all humming.

Broke a silence that was rare.

The whiners stopped complaining.

Twas still early, they were asleep.

Except for one Prince Charming.

And the Maiden in his keep.

You could see them at their window.

They looked down, but not for long.

The Maiden was far from satisfied.

The beat and rhythm were all wrong.

It was over before it started.

Prince Charming slept past noon.

The Angel’s went where Angel’s go.

No one’s expected back to soon.

Dennis Mantin