Day: August 31, 2015

I’ll love three

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From Finland to the Phillipines

Egypt to Xanadu

From the North Pole to  the Netherlands,

I love only you.

That isn’t very Christian

Nor would it please the  Jew.

So  if I must be good,my dear.

Then I’ll love two.

When I get more holy

And know where the virtues be

I’ll  be  even better then

For I’ll love three.

When I get dark, old and grey

And soon will be no more

I’ll make Jesus happy,

For I shall love a score.

From Alaska to Andalucia

Berlin to Borneo

If God spares  me  much longer

I’ll love ninety four!

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Why do people like to ask questions

Why did Jesus cross the road?

Because he lived on the Other Side.

Why did Jesus cross the road?

Because he saw the Light over there.

Why did Jesus cross the road?

Because the traffic lights were on red.

Why did Socrates invent logic?

Because he had no  TV.

Why did Euclid take a bath?

Because geometry made him sweat.

Why did Plato ban the poet?

Because he had no licence.

Why did Plato like caves?

Because he was prone to sunburn.

Why is fantasy bad?

Because it’s not good for the Market economy

Why do cats laugh?

Because they can’t smile.

Why did Moses cross the desert?

Because  he’d lost his smartphone maps app

Why was Solomon so wise?

Because he mulled over his ideas daily

Why are black sheep considered bad

Because they are rare?

Why does Leonard Cohen wear a hat on stage?

Because he likes attention

Accepting that perfection is remote,

What love and friendship must at least entail

Are boundaries both elastic and firm.

Yet even that is but a mere detail

Less subtle is the need to do .no harm

For in the flush of youthful spirits strong

We do not like to know that all love fades

For when it does we lovers may do wrong

To wickedness we may find we’ve paid

And with the stone faced demons we belong.

Thus friendship love and joy involve the will

To take the other as she comes to be

For such allowing there’s a constant bill

Acknowledging such truth we’ll  surely see.

Accepting that perfection is remote,

We’ll play our tunes and suffer every note