
She wears a halo
of our making,
tipped a bit off kilter,
a significant clue for you,
as you ponder how this "angel"
tumbled from her cloud.
Was she caught
without her passport
entering a nearby country?
Was she smuggling
foreign currency
inside her lacy bra?
Or was she hiding
secret codes
inside her poetry?
And now she bears
the penalty
for her feisty ways,
implanted with a joint
to replace her tired own,
irrevocably.

So does the halo
just off center
reflect her sense of humor
or a devious life of crime,
or merely loss of balance
in a public parking lot?

Was she packing
suspicious containers
in her pretty carry-on?
Was she carrying
contraband
tucked into her pantyhose?
Or special treats to dispense
despite the sign,
"Do Not Feed the Ducklings?"
While she rehabilitates,
you may venture guesses
in the comment area below
as how the sweetest angel,
known as dear angelica,
could be dubbed a fallen angel!

Guess away
in manner complimentary
or mysteriously spy-licious!




















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