Not Entirely An Angel

She wasn't entirely an angel,
Her wings were not perfectly white,
Her halo had just got a smidgen of rust,
They say her experience was slight.

She wasn't entirely an angel,
Her aura was curiously faint,
There seemed just a trace of a fiend in her face,
She certainly wasn't a saint.

She wasn't entirely an angel,
She hadn't a sure grasp of sin.
Last year she was seven, but what kind of heaven
Would definitely welcome her in?

She wasn't entirely an angel,
Her soul, although span, wasn't spick:
Such cases, I find, are innately designed
To play healthy young fellows a trick.

She wasn't entirely an angel,
She wasn't the right sort of 8;
I've often seen chaps have a total collapse
With grace in impermanent state.

She wasn't entirely an angel.
This is not thus entirely a crime,
Not entirely a rape. We can cut the red tape,
Make it two years' probation this time.

She wasn't entirely an angel,
Though this must not excuse what you did:
I am bound to express my judicial distress.
Pay the costs of a hundred odd quid.

She wasn't entirely an angel,
And a judge isn't mad as a rule,
The law, although crass, not entirely an ass -
In other words, merely a mule.

From the book Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

Sentencing Karl Gambrill to two years' probation for a sexual attack on an eight-year-old, Judge Ian Starforth Hill said: "She was not entirely an angel herself."