Three Angels' Voices

Dizzy with laughter

I listen to them jape;

So sweet their chuckles and giggles,

Those three angels of mine.

Regularly, they talk, rib, and joke,

And make poor Wade the goat.

Challenge after challenge they present to each other,

Tackling the hard issues of today.

I can't help but smile on and on;

Oodles of fun are had every week, and

No more are my woes and sorrows.