Boredom brings poems

Yup, it's true. When you're bored, you can do almost anything. So here's one of the poems I wrote about a couple of my friends and myself.

There was an Angel,
as well as a fly,
and the fly wouldn't go,
no matter how the Angel may try.

"Hi princess!",
the fly would shout,
whereupon the Angel would try,
and give it a clout.

She pleaded to God,
but it was all the same,
the fly persisted,
in playing the game.

"God doesn't exist.",
said a cat nearby.
"He so does.",
said a short guy.

The argument went on,
for who knows how long.
And I believe that,
it's still going strong.

But back to the topic,
of the fly and Angel.
They're still around,
just look at every angle.

I'm pretty sure you can guess who they are, if not... Use your I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-N. 8D