Dr Kumar and his humour

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I had a good doctor called Kumar
Who possessed  such a  fine sense of humour
His patients   were healed
Their sores disappeared
So I heard, do you thin it’s a rumour?

I prefer Indian doctors myself.
Is it racist to choose who will help?
Will the white doctors grumble
As their incomes tumble?
Well,what it comes down to is health

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If this be love

If this be love,then let me feel your hate.
If you be true then let me hear your lies.
To save my heart,your message came too late.
And now my need is for the thoughtful wise.
If this be marriage,let me have divorce.
If this be holy,hasten I to hell.
For love comes in its time without such force.
And of its message who are we to tell?
If this be love,then let me dwell alone.
If this be love, I’ll be forever chaste.
Your love is like a blow that breaks my bones
A love that leaves in mouths a bitter taste
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You do not love yourself and so not me.
Far away from you. I wish to be.

Stan gets help from his mistress,Annie

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  • Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
    Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995[the wicker basket now somewhat gray in hue.]
    He was left at home sorting out all his art work and materials as well as doing the baking and bathing Emile,the delightful yet trying male cat.
    Sunk in dark misery,Stan sat in an old uncomfortable chair in the darkest part of the room, while Emile snored on the rug by the bright French windows.Stan went through all the possible reasons for his state of mind.Was he guilty about his flings with his alluring next door neighbour Annie?
    Could it be his failure to toilet train Emile? Or his omitting to carry out the penance given by Father Brown after Stan confessed to stealing sweets on the way to Confession in 1956?
    The longer Stan brooded the more reasons he found for his depression.
    He could hardly get up to make a cup of coffee ..even instant seemed too much trouble.Would he even clean his teeth which somehow he’d failed to do?
    The doorbell rang… it was a new cord for his laptop asEmile had been chewing the current one ,and 29 books in a sack from Amazon which his wife must have ordered,as he had no recollection of any such foolish spending.How would they pay the bill on thecredit card? he ruminated.
    Later in the day ~Annie peered through the window.She tapped on the glass with her well manicured blue fingernails.Let me in she cried.
    I’m too tired for any hanky panky he murmured lovingly as he ran his fingers through her thick red tresses.What is this delightful perfume,beloved?he questioned her.
    It’s Poison! she replied.Oh no,sorry it’s Iris and Jasmine Eau de toilette from the Bodyshop.
    Despite his lowly sunken state Stan loved this perfume.He sniffed rabidly at her well rounded form.Well,shall we have some tea?She enquired.
    Stan sat there hand on chest.I’ve been feeling a little gloomy,he muttered.She peered at him.You look terribly pale,Stan.Where’s your angina spray?
    I can’t recall,he said.Oh,here it is in my vest.
    What a strange place to keep it,she responded.
    Mary made pockets for all my vests.at one time you could buy vests with pockets
    She’s good at sewing despite being so clever.In fact she loves doing things with her hands.
    Annie got the GNT spray out and handed it to him.Have you got a pain?
    Well,yes,now you mention it,I do,he replied verbosely.
    Well,in the name of God, use the bloody thing,she whispered endearingly into his left ear.
    He opened his mouth,raised his tongue and with his hand resting lightly on his chin he pressed the button with his forefinger.
    His head began to throb.
    Annie appeared with a cup of Earl Grey tea and a biscuit.Why,you look a little better.Do you need another dose?
    No,I feel much better now.I’ve had it before.He drank the tea but didn’t eat the biscuit which he threw out later in crumbs for the field mice in the shed.
    His spirits began to rise.Why did he always forget that physical ailments can worsen a mood?He still felt a trifle glum but nothing ameringue wouldn’t put right.
    OK,what shall I make for Mary’s supper? he enquired.
    You sit there in the window and I’ll just make my special spaghetti,Annie replied gaily,as long as I can stay too.
    Yes,I’ll open some red wine he said youthfully,and we can have fried apples and bananas for pudding with non fat Greek yoghurt.
    What a wise choice she murmured gently into his ear………that will use up some of the newly picked apples,the bananas were from Lidl’s as usual.
    Well,Stan you look better.said Mary happily,You’ve been pale all weekend.Was it Annie who cheered you up,not to put too fine a point on it?
    Actually it was nitroglycerine,he said roguishly,but Annie made me use it.
    But for us women you’d be dead,she replied equably.
    But for you delightful creatures I wouldn’t be here at all,he moaned ecstatically.
    Now then Stan,control yourself she urged,After all we have a visitor,Annie!
    What a hoot,he thought as he twisted spaghetti round his fork in a careless manner splashing tomato sauce all over his new acrylicjumper.
    Thank the Lord for washing machines,Mary said.
    I didn’t know Jesus invented them,Annie said with a tone of mild sarcasm but no-one bothered to reply.
    As told by Emile to the local paper.

But being only me

I wish I were an apple
and you were eating me
I’d like to make you happy
As you sat by this tree.
I wish I were a blackbird
So I could sing for you.
I’d like to make you cheerful
And stop you feeling blue.
I wish I were the sun
So I cold warm your frozen heart.
And then your heart would melt for me
And you would be less tart.
I wish I were the moon
so I could protect you all night long.
But being only me may I
Present you with this song?

Symbolism in literature

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Symbolism

 

Example #2

William Blake goes symbolic in his poem Ah Sunflower. He says:

“Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveler’s journey is done;”

Blake uses a sunflower as a symbol for human beings and “the sun” symbolizes life. Therefore, these lines symbolically refer to their life cycle and their yearning for a never-ending life.

Example #3

 

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