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My Irish accent was so bad it perforated UIster
I asked for  Chicken Kerry in the chip chop
Do we really need Cork’s?
I said,Donegal, not, don’t call
The dentist  lanced my access.
She said I need evasive surgery on my left jaw.Is that right?
And on  the right side I need  to be removed from the legions
He said, try not to  brood but tell us if  it  gets Blogger.
She is  sure  of   chancers  in  the family.
I can get free radiation  from the sun not the NHS
Please  don’t kill Kenny.He’s eaten my dinner.Let him die jestin’
They keep taking  the add on  hordes off me
My phone never stings
Lord  have Mercia
I might be on  the Border after  they check mate me
She died rather than mention  her  vulgar
I’m in dire beet,Tess.Tell me you’re in sin
My book is here.It’s contented.
Have you read the e-pistles yet?
I prefer opera


Come with me

Come with me,I know a secret path
From Windermere  Train Station to the lake
We’ll run down  through the trees and   the lush grass

Coloured boats are sailing,see them pass
And there is a ferry we might take
Come with me,I know the secret path

The wildflowers look eternal in their grace
Here we heal our hearts. compassion waits.
We’ll  go down  through the trees and the lush grass

On these waves I see the Sacred Face
We are not condemned by   God   or fate
Come with me,I know a secret place

In  our time, we find the narrow gate
Open,   if we marry love and  hate
The sunshine  makes my body feel embraced
Oh, Windermere, where birds sing sweet in praise