She loves Stan and his cat

Oh,Stan is feeling happy.
His wife has gone away.
She’s gone out to Australia.
She won’t be home till May.

Oh,Stan has got a mistress.
She lives next door to him.
She is very curvy.
She won’t go to the gym!

Her first name it is Annie.
She loves Stan and his cat.
She wears far too much makeup.
Her lips are very fat.

She wears bright coloured stockings.

Her handbag’s apple green.

She wears a dark red jacket,
In case she meets the Queen.

Stan loves Annie dearly.
He loves his wife as well.
What will be the outcome?
I’m damned if I can tell.

They’ve been in this threesome
For twenty seven years;
Even though Stan’s mother
Said it would end in tears.

Mary is Stan’s wife.
They only had one child.
Her name is little Lyra
.and she is very wild.

She looks like a crazed tiger.
Her eyes are very sharp.
But Lyra’s a musician.
She plays an Irish harp.

Stan wanted more children,
But Mary went off sex.
She never lets him love her
Except via a text.

She called him her sweet baby
.
She called him little lamb.

Stan gets very angry.

For Stanley is a man.

He wants to join with Mary
Like couples usually do
.He wants to unite with her
But she always has flu.

So now she’s giving lectures
In the southern hemisphere
So Stan makes love to Annie
And swigs ten pints of beer.

The cat Emile is watching.
He keeps a daily log.
Stan has bedded Annie
Right there on the rug.

He’d vacuumed it that morning
To Emile’s great surprise.
The antics performed on it
Have opened Emile’s eyes.

Now they go to the kitchen
And microwave a meal.
Then Stan says to Annie
“I love the way you feel

A day trip to Oxford: A Mini Literary Tour + Student Eats

Such lovely photos

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“I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking.” – W B Yeats

J.R.R. Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Oscar Wilde, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Jonathan Swift, Lewis Carroll, Phillip Pullman are some of the famous Oxonians novelists, essayists and poets to have taught and studied at Oxford University. It’s mind-blogging when you think about it, and I couldn’t help but feel so humble and small afterwards. On its own, Oxford itself is impressive.  Beautiful medieval buildings and alleyways and a High Street of charming shops, so quaint!

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I visited last Saturday with two friends, one of whom spent four years at Oxford! She got us privileged access to some non-visitor areas!  It was an exceptional day of exploring and sight-seeing. Below are the literary stops we made (Alice’s Shop, The Bodleian Libraries,The

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Love dies like a tree

It takes a long time for a tree to die.
Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe.
There was plenty of sap above
Then the leaves began to wither
and fall though it was spring time…

It takes a long time,to forget.
Not to remember
How to live.

First the tree stops growing.
It pauses,as if waiting for a message.
Then,as I said, the leaves turn brown.
It all takes time.Time to stop waiting

The leaves drop,then the smaller branches shrivel.
Humans also find that when ill, the hair may stop growing
And the finger nails.
We sacrifice the less important pieces of ourselves.
Even the most.

The small branches shrivel and dry out….
Yet the tree still looks alive.
Then gradually we notice it’s drying out;
it’s branches are parched and soon the trunk dries too.
It may split in places and insects make their home there.

It takes a long time before the trunk dies.
From the top down it dies.
The sap is too limited in quantity
To climb the trunk….
So the sap stays near the ground.
Eventually the whole tree seems dead
Yet in the roots there is still subterranean life.

The tree has died and is now brown and leaning a little sideways
No longer magnificent in display.
Time is all it needed
After the sharp cut…
And sometimes the roots are strong enough
To begin to send up new shoots
Another tree may grow..
I have seen that.

People ,of course ,die more quickly.
We have no roots.
And what of love,how does love die?
Like a tree,like a tree,like a tree.