I once fell in love with a Hoover,
But he had no sense of humour.
When I fondled his cable
He became quite unstable
And ran home to his mum in Vancouver.
This is limerick therapy.I write the first bit and she writes the rest as she feel her brain needs help.We’ve not yet found what the effect is on her functioning but it’s a bit of fun.
The Messiah?
What would Jesus choose?
I am puzzled because I have found a woolen cap like my grandad wore on the sofa.It says XL but my husband’s head was medium and I have no memory of this colour of cap.It will fit me as my head is very big,The only man whohas been here is an out of hours doctor and I don’t think he had a hat on. If it is his I am not phoning 111 because he was rather angry and not very nice…If he remembers I doubt if he will come back for it.My husband was very fond of wool caps and some Jewish men might wear one but round here they mostly have big black hats and black coats as they were from Russia and that was what they wore when they first came here after the pogroms and massacres.
What would Jesus like of the two I wonder? I have never seen a picture of him with a hat on but Bishops seem to wear little silk hats that look like Kippas and vestments a bit like prayer shawls.What a surprise… if we are just the first heresy from Judaism. meanwhile nobody has found the real messiah yet.He may be iin hiding.Well,that’s just my idea.Given the state of the Middle East he went AWOL
This is nice
Photos by my sister EileenShimmering light
The lily pond.
Deep water.
The music of your eye
The touch of your arm
Your always honey smell.
I love.
Rustling trees in a row,
A wide green lawn;
People stoop to see small flowers.
A snail on the path.
The perfection of the shell.
I believe.
Unusually tall dandelions
at the edge of this wood
Wave in the warm west wind.
We smile.
Sitting pen in hand
I wonder what I would have written
In all the letters I’ve not sent you.
Far away on the Ridgeway,
Cars,seem small as ants,
Rush towards the motorway.
They make us laugh.
How green the meadows are
How fresh the old trees.
I gaze at you.
I find I am.
It’s mutual.
I thank you
She washed up
And it came to pass that they ate their dinner
and that she did washeth up.
And she did leave the dishes to drain
Whilst she put on the washing machine.
and the man was very pleased.
And it further came to pass
that she gave the man some pudding
and he was more pleased.
And then it came to pass the he fell asleep
By the fire.
And the Lord God,said
who is this man that sleepeth by his fire?
And He said,I shall waken him up
And the man awoke,
And God spake unto him
How is it that the woman laboureth in ye kitchen.
And that thou sleepeth here in an armchair.
And the man said,
But Thou didst order women to labour.
And the Lord God said unto the man
Why dost thou remember so selectively what I have said?
And the man said,
I knoweth not and therefore I will help this woman.
And the Lord God said,
Why dost thou not think of it thyself?
And the man said in reply,
It was Thou that made me,O God.
And the Lord God was displeased with the man.
so he called down a plague of butterflies
To prevent him from sleeping.
And when the woman came in
she was much pleased to see these butterflies
and so she fell onto the man
And he did make love unto her.
And the cat was very pleased.
For it thrilled a cat to watch humans loving
and gave him hope
That the Lord God would take his rib and make a mate for him.
And indeed it doth seem to have happened
Judging by all the cats staring in ye old window here;
And by their ecstatic yelps
That the Lord God was very generous with them
and made them many mates.
For truly there is no jealousy among them
And they mate freely and happily
and never have rows about the washing up..
as they eat straight from the can.Amen
Here endeth today’s lesson.
Be thou kind to thy mate or lover always
And to all people that on earth do dwell
How my heart sings 