They are waiting for our partitions.
It’s Purgatory.It’s cool
Hail glorious St Brexit.so bad for our isle.
Still,tarry a while…maybe you will tone down
Say but the word and my sole shall be heeled
Who mends shoes nowadays?
Popes don’t polish.No,they heal
And says God ,thou shalt Remain.
Is God in Europe still?That is surprise.
England needs a sovereign vagrant.
To God’s fear we will say naught.
My identity is being human.
I will wash your torn bare feet.
Jesus wants me to Remain here,
Far from Brexits so displayed.
Hail glorious St Spastic..dear saint for the Isle
That’s not pc.
How ironic can one get?
If I need to spend a penny ,
I agree that I have paid
Satire is dead.
And I tell you in this country
You are free to get eggs laid.
St Brexit,vexed it.
The Remains are away.Just for the Day
We like St Elastic best.St George was a Turkish Jew or Roman
.Jesus was a Jew too. 160% or so.
What, a coincidence?
I have paranoia now.Is there a vaccine?
Hi,Maxine.Come on in, we are eating our words tonight.Welcome
It is a truth totally unacknowledged by human beings that Professor of Linguistics and Word Mismanagement Rosa Benchez hates her own name.It is for this reason, she is keen to get married.Unfortunately ,her only suitor is Charlie Blogge. the well known TV biology expert
Does Rosa Blogge sound any better, she asked her friend Amy Panicker.
I find it hard to judge ,Amy answered. Ar least it’s not Bloggess.But there is another answer.
Rosa and her cat Lucy looked up expectantly.
Go on tell us!
Change your first name.Have you got any other name besides Rosa? Don’t say Wooden or Iron,I beg you.
Rosa looked surprised.
In a way that is harder emotionally,she began, because that’s what all my friends and family call me
They must have been dim to call you Rosa,Amy cried.
Don’t say that.Who wants to be compared to a lightbulb?
Well ,who wants to be compared to rows of benches? Amy retorted.
Well.grandad was called I.Ron Benchez.Rosa shouted.He was from the USA.
Thank God ,he is not the President,Amy smiled
I think that is stupid.The name of the person has no bearing on how they can lead a government.
Well,how about Trump? Is it a real name or did they pick it from knowing the word trump from card games,Amy asked quietly
I have no idea,said Rosa.I shall look it up now
Wow, you have a new iphone!
Charlie gave it to me,Rosa confessed shyly blushing dark pink
You had better check whether he is tracking you, Amy told her anxiously.You never know what men will do nowadays.
But can’t you track folk on Samsungs or Nokia Lumias? said Rosa in her mellow voice.
I don’t think it is very romantic to give a lady a smartphone instead of some jewellery,Amy cried.You can sell jewellery but who wants a second-hand iphone.
As a matter of fact ,some old Nokias from the 90’s are now worth a few hundred pounds
So if you have one keep it unless your home is already overflowing with collections of pens,watches old newspapers and cats like my friend Percival’s,Rosa retorted.
Percival? what is his last name?
Joyce.Rosa whispered.He is related to the writer.
Rosa Joyce…. how does that sound?
Well as you know any word you keep repeating begins to sound odd and the same is true of names.Even the nicest name like Katherine With-Doubt begins to sound odd when delivery men ask you for it.
Are you with doubt? one had asked her, she told me
Who is without doubt she had replied courteously.
Who indeed said the clever Polish doctor working in the UK delivering stuff for AAmazing,dot com.He lives round the corner:Thom Without-Doubt
Thank God you are not called that.
Amy asked Rosa if she could make a pot of tea.They sat in the old orange walled kitchen eating cream crackers and cheese and sipping hot tea.
Lucy was eating some cat biscuits and suddenly had a good idea
Why don’t you and I swap names, she mewed to Rosa with a loving smile.
Do you know,said Rosa,I am so fed up with names I shall change mine to a number if we carry on like this
Do you think 678 Benches sounds any better,giggled Amy.
I was thinking more of a name like Platonic form or pyramid
How does Platonic Benchez sound. Or Platonic Blogge?
And so ask all of us.
How like a monster is my fear of pain
Expanding to fill all my heart and mind
Swelling like a giant sponge left in rain,
This fear begets new feelings more unkind.
For humans beings chased by lions fierce,
Fear gives us the strength to dash away.
But when by inner turmoil we are pierced
We cannot run yet need not be its prey.
Most strange ,we need to do what we most fear;
Walk towards the pain with curious calm.
As else we may be maddened like King Lear
With no Cordelia to bring us balm.
To feel in proper ratio to our pain.
We need perception,grace and all their gains.
The British seem to be obsessed by the weather.But often that is because we need small talk and ,especially at the moment, we don’t want to talk about politics,Brexit,Syria, and other terrible wars and disasters.The weather has been unusual recently being much warmer than normal so that gives us simple to talk about when we meet neighbours in the street or at the bus stop.
But ought we do this when we are in some people’s eyes wasting time? Well,I think it is a good idea to talk to neighbours and people who live alone.Mind you living in the South of England I feel some of the ways people behave down here are shocking like inviting you to look at their holiday photos but not letting you sit down.And if you do sit down they can look put out.Then they moan about awful foreigners!I prefer the foreigners.
In fact ,I was treated as a foreigner when I came here.Even now people ask me where I come from.I think I’ll say China next time