Christ Pall Flighty
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The seraph has six wings, six angel wings.
They make a crippling weight so it is hard
To fly. When God made up these angel things,
He didn’t think too well. He made them marred.
That is, He stuck them where they should not be,
Two on one side, four stuck willy nilly.
But then of course Jehovah must be free
To do his thing, even if it’s silly.
Then complications multiply because
One pair with thunderbolts for feathers, fire
Another pair. The others cover angel paws
Below (though this is code for sex, its mire).
But why should seraphim desire to fly
(No sex!)? Just let them flop down soft and sigh.

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