You are a notorious and naughty person
You love both cursin’ a swearin’
You look like a crane.
Bei mir bist du shayn:
Because you’ve still got your hair on.
You have eyes like pools of spring rain,
with a certain proud disdain.
Despite woe and pain,
Bei mir mist du shayn,
Because you’ve still got your brain
You have ears like small sideplates.
And you guzzle like a goat.
Your hair is a mane
Bei mir du shayn
Because I liked how you wrote
No,I’ll never feel a man again.
No,I never rob a duck again.
No,I’ll never wet a pen again.
No,I’ll never drink your wealth again.
No,I’ll never flay a prayer again.
No,I’ll never post your litter again.
No,I’ll never fly at night again.
No.I’ll never write a ruin again.
No,I’ll never whistle to your rues again.
No,I’ll never bike your path again,
To be frank,I don’t like you much but I’d never say so
I have to feed my bugs now
Sorry,i am washing the cat’s hair right now.
Sorry,I have to faint later in the kitchen
I have to press my husband weekly
The television needs watering.
The dog’s grave needs weeding
I have gone blind so cannot read your email.
I am dead so don’t write again.
You don’t believe I’m dead… it was you who cut me!
I told you,I’m dead
Why will they never believe what they read?
I rue the day I set eyes on your face.I should have used aspic jelly
I think my vocation is sacred.
I keep seeing visions of God.
He’s like a bright light
Exceedingly right
I’d photograph Him if I could.
I have a calling to follow
I just do not know the details
I pray and I wait.
By yonder lychgate
Do vocations ever get into the Sales?
I would like it if I could buy one
I’ll give you the money I’ve saved.
Sell my idea?
My dear,no fear!
Just consider how well I’ve behaved.
Everyone has a vocation
To be who they know that they are.
Yet I am not me
Without you to be
Here in my arms by the fire.
I’ll get an answer tomorrow
As I dream of God during the night.
She will give me an image
And the much needed courage,
To go on till I see the Light.
The problem is one of translation,
For God speaks in symbols not words
Symbols are wells
in which truth dwells.
And the Spirit swoops down like a bird.
Why not find your vocation?
It’s possible whatever our age.
Attend to your dreams
and how yor life seems
Vocations will make us engage.
You get a certificate when you pass exams and when you die.You can’t take it with you
I have no signs of humour or strife
I can’t do septic crosswords.
I can’t understand cars’ tunes.
I never meet anybodies lies when walking.
I can’t empathise with brothers.
I once laughed at a croak.
They say I’m odd tempered mostly.
My best end is a psycopath.
Psychopaths should have their own state,Psychoriel.
I am afraid of regression to the mean and stingy.
I hate frigidity in the kitchen
I like to weep all hours of the day
I have boundary value challenges.
I found an hymn tost her last night
Do you have a sealed self?
Where is the depredation?
What does it all scheme?
How my heart sings 