I can’t read between your whines.

I can’t read between your whines.
My poetry is only mental floss.
Do you choose a flannel?
Where is my truth brush?
I need a  big clean howl some days.
I mispaid the Pope’s men.
Where are the hand mischiefs?
I like Jewish bloomers with  many  happy seeds  sprinkled on.
He’s anti-emitting anything.
I love Jesus for his behaviour.
Holy Week… we’ll be lucky to get a holy minute.
What’s wrong with  bed scarves?More mystery,more allure.
I  wear strange robes    despite my health.
Whatever text!
God is   bereaved again.
What do you stink your shoe in?
Get down of that Mabel.?
Never rush to the daughter.
What do you think you are suing?
Sex in marriage is an acrimony.
Were you never a virgin?
What’s so lad about that?
After Henry  chewed her Katherine Parr re-harried quickly.Then died.
Thank the Lord I am still dear.