May the hordes not stress you May the cord pull for you Hail Mary, show your face My guardian angel is quite a sight To more horror and misdeeds, make all not prey Be, just for today.| Be just, for today It’s Art in heaven Well, bless the frail. Our heart should need no pay
To develop bad taste or at least to tolerate it To stop telling children Micky Mouse is twee. To comb my hair more than twice a week To stop thinking men are like women before disaster comes down To decide where to keep the Radio Times To stop drinking Twinings Breaakfast Tea in the afternoon To make the bed before 11.30 pm To decide what things one does not need beginning with smart watches,matching cutlery and washing one’s clothes very frequently [ what is that?] To laugh at pain
Bands of rhyme will be crossing the UK tomorrow.. streams of poetry will bring rain in the eyes. Season’s Tweetings to Sinners if all repent Shadow of silence are folding over like an envelope. The spice of wife..pepper. Hop around the roses It’s best to saunter nowadays. When inside out, a cat can still scratch.. with its reversible catclaws.Try one tonight.Just unzip the cat and it will spring into the heir…to the throne or is it the air all round Until the end of all rhymes I’ll be loving you Time feels all wounds…and fills holes Maps of the iceberg have melted.. Two hearts that beat as none ever did. I wait for the lime to be ripe then it will be a lemon. If you have a man,wash him weekly in a tin bath…don’t blame me if you get drawn in…..mate in the bath … saves washing the sheets.