Absquatulate has plenty of rhymes

But the word itself is a  real crime.

To combine two words gentle

May at last send me mental.

Maybe it is just not my time.

I know my old man flew  to heaven.

Whereas I’d have preferred a holiday in Devon.

But with my permission

He made a decision.

As a result all my bread is unleavened.

That is what happened to the Jews

As around the Sinai they  once cruised.

They ran out of yeast;

That was the least

Of the problems, like ironing their trews.

See,there was no electrical wiring.

With no walls on the tents, they’d be firing.

So  as the halogen hobs

All worshipped G-d,

The men  slept as the heat was real tiring.

How did they cook cheesecakes and  rice?

Did they have a  special device?

Leave it to Adam

And his lady madam..

They could  rue it and do it all twice

I am glad I was not  alive in those days

Unless I’m reincarnated,give praise!

Perhaps I was   a cat

Ariel ‘s habitat.

Oh,woman how discrete are thy days

My husband was very sardonic.

He liked to play deadly ironic.

So when his pulse stopped

The penny then dropped

This time he was dead and platonic.

A platonic friend may  suit the bright

Who never learned to turn off the light.

In the dark it is easier

To suck on maltesers

While  making love as the cats waul and shrike

I feel surprised it is already  six months since His Majesty departed.In my latest dream he has ordered me to get a lodger… he must think I am in need of money!Why can’t God just arrange for me to meet a kind man with a  car as I can’t drive now; who is interested in
Wittgenstein,art,poetry  or just cooking and good conversation… or just telling me why Labour want to bomb Syria and suchlike issues.

If I get lodgers I shall only have women.Then they can tidy me up and do my hair or buy me a wig.

After Tom kissed her,Mary absquatulated  to Italy .She always did prefer buttered Roman cakes to men

I was having problems and discovered it was because

“accept third party cookies”

was disabled in Settings.I didn’t recall doing that but once I changed it everything went back to normal.

I had even reinstalled Chrome before that to no effect.

When I was writing just now a memory of my teacher in the top class in junior school came to me.He was a very nice man and wise.He never said anything about me being ahead of the other pupils and never made me feel different for which I am grateful.I remember one day he asked us for a word to describe a rubber,I put ip my hand and said,pliant.

Very good,he said.I was thinking of flexible but pliant might be even better.He made me feel happy.

.I still remember because  in the grammar school the nuns were on the whole unkind to me.I don’t know if they thought I must be conceited but I never was… to the contrary.And if I did stand out,my gifts were given to me,though I did work hard… as in those days there was not much entertainment available… and I liked writing essays and solving problems.