Fear of Cats Phobia – Ailurophobia or Gatophobia

After reading that one can only conclude that humans can fear anything/

Fear of cotton wool because you might swallow a ball.

Fear of knitting wool as it might strangle you

Fear of sheep as they  might eat you in a pie . [Shepherd’s pie  really has the shepherd in it]

Fear of thumbs as they are like hooks.

Fear of wrists.. because they hate having watches on them and want revenge.

Fear of rings as they might make people think you are married.

Haplology,haplology, it nearly rhymes with tragedy.

Oh,no it don’t, oh no it don’t…  i used to like topology.

Doughnut jam.doughnut jam,I don’t know what sex I am.

Oh,aye you do, oh aye you do…  you are just a  wee baah baah lamb

Gender bends,gender bends, they aren’t good  when  love descends

oh,yes they are, oh yes they are, let us all make our amends/

If I kiss you,if I kiss you, what do you think  that you would do?

Don’t be daft,don’t be daft,I would give it back to you.

This life is all we have to live,how much money will you give?

I got none,I got none,I put all into  a sieve.

I feel like a fraction half untied,how shall we get  classified?

I don’t ken,I don’t ken,go and ring that old Big Ben

Haplol’gy’s a  bwu ‘iful word.,

Even  eh trifle absurd.

I ain’t heard it afore..

Let’s all use it more.

33%’s almost a third.

 I   wonder if  people will know in the future why pots and kettles were black

Or why we drank so much sweet tea.

I think with George Osborne running the country we will need a whole lot more of that.

It’s the first General Election I didn’t vote in.I couldn’t leave mu husband alone.

When  he fell it was 2,5 hours before the police picked him up.The ambulance never came… it was a Bank Holiday.That was when he got a lot worse.I lay on the bed and he was on the floor covered in blankets for  nearly three hours.Then they manages to keep him in A and E till the end thus freeing a bed for some young drunk with a broken leg

 A day of sudden changes;

Clouds

cross the sky

like whales swimming North in rows.

The sun was bright,dazzled my eyes

with gold and silver.

Wind cut across my face

like a slap from an angry father..

Those who love can also seem to hate us too..

The lure of that small childish body

tempts them to divert their anger towards it.

When the ones who hurt you

are also the ones you love,

it’s hard to know which direction to run in;

but it usually turns into a circle.

Retreating turns into a new arrival.

Straight lines might be better. though

On a spherical earth

difficult to find.

Even parallel lines meet

In their Riemannian geometry.

So we can never get away

Sometimes the best we manage

Is to increase the circle’s radius.

Though how is hard to know.

Do you love me or hate me?

Do you want me to stay or go?

What do I want?Do I have a me?

The memory of warmth draws me back

Like a cold lonely beast leaving the jungle

To lie down with a what appears to be a lamb,

Surprising the farmer up early to milk his animals

Finding a strange new one

Looking with tender,puzzled eyes

into His Human Fac

How like a mirror is this copper pan?

So often washed,so  polished for effect

I feel  it loves me, for I have no man

This image pleases well ,I now reflect.

I’ll never boil  my hankies in this gem

Nor throw out water at the waul of cats

But perhaps I’ll use it when I  love again.

To cook spaghetti or to steam his hat.

I bought it in a warehouse sale downtown

Along with cake forks,spoons and knives.

For spending too much money makes me frown;

And stealing men makes  vengeful  many wives .

Remember tragedy can fall on anyone.

And all too soon our journey will be done