Tender Angels Fulfill My Burning Desire (Again!)

I created a portfolio for my Creative Writing class, and I changed up some of the poems I have posted already.  This is the final draft of Tender Angels Fulfill My Burning Desire.  The Sestina.  Remember?  This one is less crappy, and quite silly actually.

Tender Angels Fulfill My Burning Desire

Today, I want my meat tender,

And I'll draw pictures of frogs.

Tonight will be a full moon

And I have a burning desire

To see God's angels

Reading a Seventeen magazine.

Instead, I find I'm the one reading a magazine.

Good Housekeeping's stories aren't so tender,

And the Angels

Won the world series without the help of Budweiser's frogs.

Tonight my burning desire

Is to share Daiquiris with you underneath the moon.

My obsession with the moon

Keeps me from reading my magazines.

It's no problem when my burning desire

Refers to men who are quite tender.

I've danced to the music of the frogs,

But I've never met any angels.

Never did the Angels

Let the series go to their heads; but under the moon

One night, while listening to the bull frogs

Call to each other, we read horoscopes from old Seventeen magazines.

They were all so sweet and tender

And they fulfilled my burning desire.

Never again will I let my burning desire

Be known to an angel.

I'll just stick with having my meat tender;

And I'll look to the man in the moon

For company while reading my magazines

And listening to the music of the frogs.

Because when I listen to the frogs,

I can't help my burning desire

To read these stupid Seventeen magazines.

I ask God's angels 

To watch over me as I slumber 'neath the light of the moon

And to please be sweet and tender.

Tender sing the frogs

While under the moon my burning desire

For the Angels is stilled by Seventeen magazine.

(March 12, 1998)