Mary cut her own toe nails
With her scissors she won’t fail
Sharp as Shap in winter snow
The scissors have a deadly glow

Today she never combed her hair
It’s so  short  she looks quite bare
Yet despite  her bald long head
She has had some fun in bed

Maybe it was long ago
Never mind, her lover purred
Yes, she married Emile  sweet
This dear cat makes her complete

But what is Emile’s second name?
Is he French  or perhaps germane?
She is Mrs Nom de Plume
Emile saved her from  her doom

Sometimes they ring 999
Her new doorbell is divine
In runs paramedic Dave
See his long curls as they wave

He is wearing a new skirt
With Emile he tries to flirt
But Emile is full of faith
To his new wife who is no wraith

See them eating creme brulee
So that they won’t fade away
One for Mary and Emile
Two for Dave , he had no meal

Here comes Annie with a bat
Look  at this,’twas in my hat
Shall I tell it   Jesus saves
Oh! what ridicule she raised

Bats can never  go to Mass
They are free to sin en masse
Emile likes the Psalms and prayers
At the  parson he will glare

Where is Stan, that dear old man?
He’s  with a whore  in hell, oh damn

https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2009/oct/04/sel-help-books-boom-”

But what de Botton calls “elite culture” has, he says, “abandoned a project on which it was engaged for most of human history. English literature, philosophy, history, they used to understand their role as basically being about the nourishment of the soul. But they’ve abandoned that field, leaving the area open to what are largely second-rate minds.””

“Finding myself as a lone traveller, I couldn’t help but notice your advert “tours curated for the solo traveller” (5 June) and the small print below where it says that “prices are based on two people sharing”.
Bill 
London”

Sue

Can  share with a man I’ve never met as I am a lesbian.On the other hand some men like lesbians….. I think I’ll go back to normal and get married so won’t need solo holidays.Or I’ll stay in the garden reading and eating fruit all week.

The erasing of distinctions ,0 and 1
Makes for much confusion and unease
Am I male or female, am I none?
Gender shifts  as sinking sands might seize

The subtle ways  of wisdom are now  ghosts
We fear  we may be wrong and what is where.
The souls of men and women wander lost
How to navigate the deeps without despair.

Swapping places does not end the game
We must  judge from higher states  of mind.
We are not and never shall be same
Yet we fear the words of  blind mankind

“No one is an island” may be true
But how shall I relate my love to you?