Pass the mathematics,please

There’s many who’d slip a  Twix  ‘tween their lips
What’s  a wife to me without tea?
Where are you glowing pretty maid
Underneath the  larches,I sit and scheme with you.
My honey lies over the ocean.,my honey lies over the tea.I don’t mind her lies for she makes good pies.Oh,swing with me honey,  ir’s  free
On Rich Man’s Hill
I  pet her in the larder where the  pate’s stowed
Have you ever been a glove,my boys?
He shall need his sock.
Flocks in pastures green revising ,will they pass their maths exam?

.Do ants fall in love,Stan asked himself


Stan was feeling so puzzled.He stood in his front room staring at the rowan tree outside.Do ants fall in love,he asked himself.Are swans the most beautiful birds? Shall I send Annie a card tomorrow? Should I send Mary one as well?
He went outside and watched the ants running up and down the tree trunk.They seem to work so hard but they never get bored.
But is that true? We have no way of knowing.At last, Stan has found a question with no answer.Is boredom a unique quality of humans?
If that were so we ought to have a Patron Saint of Boredom though not of Bores.
Why are some people so boring?
Luckily Annie had seen Stan and rushed out in a teal coloured all wool outfit
made more weird by having butterfly motifs scattered on it at random.
“Why have you got those butterflies on your clothes ?” he asked her in a silly way.
“It’s to cover up the moth holes.”She pertly replied.
“You must have a lot of moths.Do moths fall in love?do they get bored?”
“You seem in a funny mood today,”Annie murmured.
“Why don’t we go out for coffee?”
“I’ve just made a pot full.Please join me.”
“Thank you,” she cried wildly.
They sat down in the kitchen where Emile was sitting by the window.
“Good morning,Emile.”Annie shouted.
“No need to shout,” Emile miaowed politely.”I’m not deaf”.
“I am sorry, Emile.” she responded furtively,”I am over-excited.”
“Why is that? Stan demanded like an untrained philosopher.
“Well,I’ve already had ten Valentines.
“Already.You must have done it fast!” he teased her gently.#
“No,you idiot.I mean cards.
“You must be popular”
“Some look like women’s writing.”
“Let me see,”he asked swiftly.
To his surprise, one was in the handwriting of his wife Mary.
“Are you bisexual?” he asked her wonderingly.
“No,I’m just annissexual,” she replied saucily.
“What does that mean?”
“Well,it’s just one letter away from “Anti-sexual.”
“That’s a relief.You are not anti yet,then.”
“Not yet”,she whispered coyly.
“Would you make love to a woman?”
“Only if she made love to me.”
.Apparently seeing lesbian movies turns men you watch them?”
“Not bloody likely,I want to get turned off.”
“That could be boring,”she said sweetly as she combed his eyebrows with an old toothbrush.
“Well,I could do the polishing better and get the house sorted out.Fill the freezer with casseroles and defrost the oven.
Yes,though would that be so rewarding as loving another human?
“I guess not” he answered slavishly.
“Shall we go to your place and have a cuddle.
Emile was very put out as he liked to see people kissing but he had grown very philosophical over the years and at least he could get on with his book,
“Wittgenstein’s cat.”He switched on the netbook and began to type:
“Not everyone knows how important cats were in philosophy.But now we can reveal all.The saying,
“Of that which we cannot speak we must miaow”
was inspired by Daisy,Wittgenstein;s favourite cat.
And,”Of that which we cannot purr we must yowl.” was inspired by Ludo, a fine male cat that lived with Wittgenstein in Ireland.
So as Emile types,we must tiptoe away..


Of ancient Greeks and Hebrews

What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts
Of  ancient Greeks and Hebrews  in its might?
What power in Burning Bush emitted “oughts”?
What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts?
Who fused the  Word and Feelings  till they  caught?
Who  gave the world the gift of newborn light?
What sort of higher power transcends the thoughts
Of  ancient Greeks and Hebrews  in its might?


Except for changing angles of sunlight

It’s autumn. yet it feels like summer bright
Despite the earlier ending of the day
Too soon comes starlight and deep   night
It’s autumn yet   it feels like summer bright
Except   for changing angles of sunlight
No more long  evening hours for children’s  play
It’s autumn yet it feels like summer bright
Despite the earlier,   gentler end of  day