All religion was meaningless to her.
She had never heard of God, she shared
She spoke Dutch and thought the priest said Sod
Swearing is as common as iPads
So Sod help us with Brexit or make jokes
Does this Sod enjoy a little smoke?
Dear Sod, the very mountains seem asleep
BTW I think you are a creep
Later he had changed his name to Sid
And he always shared his sacred blood
He had so much it fed the whole wide world
Believe me now, compassion’s not absurd.
Do not do to others what harms you
Sid lives in your soul and he gets blue
How my heart sings 
I love you poems, Katherine…they are funny, clever, and right on the money – Thank Sod janet xxx
Thanks Janet,I am sure Sod wll be pleased…:)xxx
Katherine–a very nice poem to begin my day–very clever–and meaningful–funny, yet tender and serious and memorable. Thank you dearest friend and best wishes from the heartland of America
David
Lovely to hear from you dear David.I m sure Sod wonders where I get my funny ideas.I do hope you can relax while recovering from the viruses.Winter is hard, the darkness and chill.Let’s look forward to the sunshine to come.Warmest wishes,Katherine