Angels vs Blues

Angels must not ever play the blues
Never heard of an angel being poor,
Put down by his brother, sister or his mother.
Creatures playing on harp have not paid dues.
So angels just don't ever play the blues,
The feeling's left for the damned abused.
The smiling beam in God's eye would turn sour
If his blessed angels played at playing the blues.

Post it note

A deer flagged me with a post-it note
A bouncing, flashing tail of white,
Good-bye, so long, you're quite a fright.
A deer flagged me with a post-it note.