Angels hang their gowns on hatstands,
stack their harps in tidy piles,
fumble halos into pockets,
take off sandals, wings, and smiles.
Angels calmly watch the dancing,
study wacky trends and styles,
huddle up to judge and argue,
scribble comments in thick files.
Angels rush off to the heavens,
debate new tunes, while God compiles
the list defining heaven's music,
played in lifts and shopping aisles.