My brother broke my finger and he set my hair on fire He put it out with urine from the baby’s pot, the Liar He stole the meat from off my plate and stuffed in his mouth He still denies he hurt me but I will tell the truth
When my leg was broken, he asked me for a race I only realised later that his motives could be base He ran away and left me, on the way to school I was knocked down by a bicycle, my suffering was cruel
He stole my books, he mocked my choir, he criticised and lied I might tell you other things I have bottled up inside But one fine day I got a grant to go away to learn I bought myself a pair of shoes and my luck seemed to turn
Later on, he told me that he loved me very much He had been to Cambridge where he’d studied double Dutch
How can you read road sign from a car Do stay for tea and our cats’ seminar I used to live in Bury but I moved However hard you try. this can’t be proved.
I saw a shapeless form come through the door O M G I’ve seen this form before If it’s black if foretells of a death If it’s white it is your frozen breath I felt such shame I blushed inside and out Please accept my feelings of grave doubt I read a book of Sayings of the Wise I may be old yet I can still surprise
The psalms are mostly works of love and hate Civil disobedience makes me late When we buried father we all cried So much so, we felt someone had died
Life is brief so buy a multi-pack Knickers are so useful in the Dock I’m a burglar,I steal people’s clothes Bur knickers second hand are far too gross What Art are you accused of, asked the Judge I dropped the brush and so my work was smudged The troubled waters used up all my oil A pity I forgot to make them boil I was angry so I killed a ghost Is that murder or a dream composed? The Jury are divided by a lack Love might come if it can find a crack
Cats make homes wherever they find ease I wish I were a cat and you were too Cats pay no rent are never mortgagees Cats make homes wherever they find ease Self sufficient, they don’t live to please And if they are disturbed they simply flee No sulking and no moods, they’re never blue Cats make homes wherever they find ease I wish I were a cat and lived with you
Doctor, where is my appendix? I think it’s on the table. I thought it was inside my body Yes, so is the table. Did you put it in? No, it was an error I hate those Errors coming here and getting free housing and cash They are native. That’s even worse.I hate natives So where do you come from? The Isle of Man Well, go back and take your prejudice with you Where can I find it? Look within
Doctor I have a bunion Don’t tell anyone else or they will want one I have two Sell one
Doctor are you Turkish? No, but Boris Johnson is So why is he here? That’s what we all wonder
Doctor, did you vote Leave? I am not a psychiatrist. I can’t even spell it. Well,can you spell Depart? it sounds French Escape? I am no criminal Flee? What, I’m not an asylum seeker We used to have a real Asylum in London But that was only for lunatics Well,anyone who wants to be here now seems like a lunatic Like Boris’s great grand dad? Where did they get their money? From a Laundry. I only use one to wash my clothes You must be more inventive I am 101, you know. I don’t know Well, you do now.
Good morning,Ms Brown Gosh,you are so utterly politically correct ,doctor In my view,it matters only for us to be medically correct,dear.And grammatically,of course. How true, noble sire. Now, what’s the problem today,madame? It’s my nerves,doctor.I hate them so much I feel almost derisory..which is totally crackers nowadays with so many street drugs to take one’s mind out of this world. What’s wrong with your nerves to make you feel like this all of a sudden? I think they are too big,mein herr.Can I have plastic surgery on them to replace then with plastic ones .I mean artificial like dentures are for teeth that drop out? My dentist tells me my nerves are double the average size. for humans But what is the standard deviation? Averages are no use alone.I wish people learned this in school How dare you say that! I have never deviated in any way.And I’ve never been average… and surely double the average size must mean something gross is going on? What a pity this is.You are a very charming and glamorous lady…I say that only to comfort you,not to seduce you which is illegal anyway,even if I wanted to do.Which I deny absolutely; Well,my nerves feel like long wild grasses waving in a cold westerly breeze in a great big meadow in Hartland,North Devon where many lips have cracked.And sailors drowned off shore too…why some even drowned on the shore and their ghosts still wander below the sheer and terrifying cliffs of alabaster and silver. Have you ever though of writing narrative or lyrical poetry or even romantic novels? What,write poetry with nerves like this?Do you think I’m a masochist or what? Well, you could try using a pen or a keyboard,you know. Now,God has given some of us larger nerves than others.It’s an evolutionary advantage to have some sensitive people about,like the canaries in the coal mines.They feel trouble coming before the rest of humankind That’s hardly any use to me as I am childless and can’t pass it on. God didn’t know that when he created you.Or if he did,he knew with nerves like this motherhood would be perilous and at least you can be a human canary Well,is there any surgery to help me or any other amelioration to my symptoms? Apart from removing your head there’s not much I can suggest at this moment in time,right now, if you want a verdict.Perhaps you can plant some wild flowers amid these long waving grasses and enjoy the beauty that you will perceive in summertime if you can be patient You’re an odd doctor compared to the usual one. Actually I’m really the computer repair man.The system has crashed and so has the doctor…temporarily I knew you looked different but I put it down to my giant nerves disturbing my vision… So will you come back to see the doctor later?He is just in the pub drinking blackcurrant liqueur for his nerves! What’s it got to do with you if I come back again or not? I love your mind,I love your body .I love your tentacles,receptacles and all your past and future particles.I love every bit of you especially your nerves.I always liked a woman with very big nerves. Really? Well,that’s cheered me up a great deal.I like the beast in man.How about my wild grasses? I love those too.Why,I’d like to lie down amongst them if you catch my drift. Can you read between the lines or write between them? Have you ever thought of taking up psychotherapy? I prefer to help computers.Hearing sad stories from disturbed folk all day must be draining as you can’t run out when you get overwhelmed like you can at parties Yes,but it would be horribly fascinating to hear all these stories.And now I am off to the garden centre to buy some flower seeds. I’d give you some seeds myself but it would be wrong to sow your field here in this office and the doctor might come in any time now which would be a trifle unseemly. Well,he could sow his wild oats as well! What a wicked woman you are;I love your mind.You seem quite out of the orddinary… please keep your big nerves. I am only offering this with the aim of calming those huge nerves .I am not thinking of enjoying lust or of how romantic you seem and how artistically brilliantlu you are dressed and your golden curls and blue clothes.And your cleverness. I quite understand.I shall keep it all under my hat. if you see what I mean It’s an amazing red hat.Are you a Cardinal? No,I stole it off one I’d love to hear the whole story….who,when and where? Well,I hope to publish it on Swindle soon. We can’t wait.
Would you enjoy the sight of lions strong In a new arena eating men ? Would God say killing Leaders is quite wrong?
Well, maybe a wild beast could bite a blond Take him in his jaws back to his den Would you enjoy such sights of wild beasts strong?
Hitler had some theologians hanged He killed six million Jews, before the end Would God say killing Leaders would be wrong?
Stalin killed far more ,his reign was long Do you still think Utopia can be planned? Would you enjoy such sights of wild beasts strong?
In the USA are caged the young The infant Mexicans,oh Trump is grand Would God say killing Leaders would be wrong?
Jesus’ words are read and out are flung In England once a green and pleasant land Would you stand by the Cross where Jesus hung?
To me and all our kind extend your hand Do not stick your own heart in the sand The bells of heaven gone, the church doors clanged Would you say to kill a Leader’s wrong
“Defence secretary denies British army is scrapping tanks”
What a shock!But we can’t use horses in a nuclear war so cavalry is out.What can we use?
When I was at school we were told to take sanitary towels into the bunker.As Catholics we were forbidden to use tampons.They also told us to lie down in the hedgerows when we saw a bomb coming.We lived in an industrial mill town. Dandelions were a rare sight and buttercups did not flourish.A blade of grass sometimes grew in a crack in the pavement
After ayear or two the government realised that these talks were causing panic so we heard no more but now it would be ok to take in a tampon or even a vibrator.I have yet to see one but I can’t help wondering if they are good for backache.So we’ll enjoy out last moments of life trying to find a partner or even a philanderer.
After all an atom bomb is a climax, though of destruction not creation