Keep things clean except for the jokes

Photo of Blenheim Lakes by Mike Flemming, 2015 copyright.

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Do you like dirty jokes?
Do you like sick humour?
Are you apolitically incorrect?
Do you suffer from muscle envy?
Fear not.Just take 2 aspirin and right a limerick.

The lost elms at Blenheim By Mike Flemming

There was an old man from Vancouver
Who got his foot trapped in the hoover.
He cried,Oh,dear me
In the dustpan I’ll be…
No doubt hanging up dans le Louvre.

For Art is not beauty today
It’s a pissoir or madmen at play.
But I like to draw
What I have saw…..
Like the sun going down by Lyme Bay.

What sort of love do you cherish?
The secret or the one with much flourish?
Keep yourself whole
Sell not your soul..
For love, it is not wise to perish.

I have indeed erred and have sinned
For affectless living unkind.
So now I embrace all
By my long garden wall..
And often am over-entwined.

Oh,Lord do not make me a ball
I may look like string as I’m tall.
But I am flesh and blood
I am not  cloth or wood….
I be you pay heed to my call.

What number is God’s own cell phone?

Does he ever  text when  alone?

Or does he meditate

On our human fate…

Sometimes I hear a  sharp moan.