The angels were sent down
upon my ached knees
instead of fixing them
they refused to set them free

With my only means of transportation
held against my will
I beg and pleaded.
However,
they deemed it a thrill.

What was I to do now,
With no bottom limbs?
Well, I cut the ends of roses
also known as stems.

I cut up stems, twigs and things.
I created  mechanical legs, joints and knees,
nothing those Angels have ever seen.

I grew impatient with these gay frolicking
humans with wings.
I ripped off a bark leg
and showed them two or three things.

As I hollered and yelled,
"WHY!?"
while tears ruin my eyes.
They all stopped to shriek out a cry

the angels looked left and right,
as if there had been a secret
but to late in the night.

"We're ever so sorry, you see
what we've just received
is that we indeed failed
to see that the address here
is of someone we need
of whom it looks has past."


And that was it, those
taunting angels
gone feeling sad.

Now, I have my stems.
Original knees
and I do not
feel the slightest mad.