Grace after meals

My sister said she’s going to the Isle of Man.Is that sexist? Which Man is it?
Meanwhile my brothers have gone to the dogs and my brother in law is gambling with a frozen dinner.Or is it experimenting?
Well,I can’t stand her barking all  day.I thought she was human but she’s  a parrot that lived with a shepherd on Ilkley Moor.Fortunately there were no sheep otherwise he’d have got  a dog.And no parrot.That seems  wise to me.
We have sheep in London,you know.They are called ” voters.” In the Lee Valley there are sheep  but  they don’t look happy.Can sheep smile? They never taught us that at the Convent.All they were interested in was sex and how to stop people having it.Sheep were never mentioned.But in many ways they are better than men.They are warm.English men can  be cold.Still we mustn’t crumble.Keep right on to  the end of  the goad.To the ends of the toad.
Well,I’d better make  my tea now.Cream on toast and sugar sandwiches.I only eat banned food.Or it  bland food?I can’t remember.No wonder. I’ve not eaten protein for years.How about milk on toast? That has protein.Full fat milk.
Then we say Grace After Meals.Thank you,Mother.