Angel maths I calculate
(I refuse to use a single ‘math’,
Am at English resolutely British)
A genial maths, adding wings to halos –
A gleam hints at divinity.
I sang Hamlet to sleep,
Soothed his late shaming,
Tossed angels at him,
A tame lashing of soft feathers.
With a mental sigh,
I share a tale, mashing
Manliest hag and halest gamin.
Enigmas halt here,
Set the names alight.
Notes: Today’s prompt was to write a poem based around anagrams of my name. (Which rather gives away the identity of this Flutterby!)